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britain the garden of cymbeline's palace enter two gentlemen you do not meet a man but frowns our bloods no more obey the heavens than our courtiers still seem as does the king but what's the matter

his daughters and the heir of his kingdom whom he purposed to his wife's sole son a widow that late he married hath referred herself unto a poor but worthy gentleman she is wedded her husband banished she imprisoned all his outward sorrow though i think the king be touched at very heart none but the king

he that hath lost her too so is the queen that most desired the match but not a courtier although they wear their faces to the bent of the king's looks hath a heart that is not glad at the thing they scowl at and why so he that hath missed the princess is a thing too bad for bad report

and he that hath her i mean that married her alack good man and therefore banished is a creature such as to seek through the regions of the earth for one he's like there would be something failing in him that should compare i do not think so fair an outward and such stuff within endows a man but he you speak him far

"'I do extend him, sir, within himself, crush him together rather than unfold his measure duly.' "'What's his name and birth?' "'I cannot delve him to the root. His father was called Sicilius, who did join his honour against the Romans with Cassibella, but had his titles by Tenantius, whom he served with glory and admired success.'

so gained the sir addition leonatus and had besides this gentleman in question two other sons who in the wars of the time died with their swords in hand for which their father then old and fond of issue took such sorrow that he quit being and his gentle lady big of this gentleman arthime deceased as he was born

the king he takes the babe to his protection coarse and posthumous leonatus breeds him and makes him of his bedchamber puts to him all the learnings that his time could make him the receiver of which he took as we d'wear fast as twas ministered

and in spring became a harvest lived in court which rare it is to do most praised most loved a sample to the youngest to the more mature a glass that fitted them and to the graver a child that guided dotards to his mistress for whom he now is banished her own price proclaims how she esteemed him and his virtue

by her election may be truly read what kind of man he is i honour him even out of your report but pray you tell me is she sole child to the king his only child he had two sons if this be worth your hearing mark it the eldest of them at three years old i the swathing clothes the other from their nursery was stolen

"'And to this hour no guess in knowledge which way they went.' "'How long is this ago?' "'Some twenty years.' "'That a king's children should be so conveyed, so slackly guarded, and the search so slow, that could not trace them.' "'Howsoever it is strange, or that the negligence may well be laughed at, yet it is true, sir.' "'I do well believe you.'

we must forbear here comes the gentleman the queen and princess exeunt enter the queen posthumous and imogen no to be assured you shall not find me daughter after the slander of most stepmothers evil-eyed unto you you're my prisoner but your jailer shall deliver you the keys that lock up your restraint

for you posthumous so soon as i can win the offended king i will be known your advocate marry yet the fire of rage is in him and were good you leaned unto his sentence with what patience your wisdom may inform you plase your highness i will from hence to-day you know the peril

i'll fetch a turn about the garden pitying the pangs of bad affections though the king hath charged you should not speak together exit o dissembling courtesy how fine this tyrant can tickle where she wounds my dearest husband i something fear my father's wrath but nothing always reserved my holy duty what his rage can do on me

you must be gone and i shall here abide the hourly shot of angry eyes not comforted to live but that there is this jewel in the world that i may see again my queen my mistress o lady weep no more lest i give cause to be suspected of more tenderness than doth become a man i will remain the loyalist husband that did e'er plight troth

my residence in rome at one philarios who to my father was a friend to me known but by letter thither write my queen and with my eyes i'll drink the words you send though ink be made of gall re-enter queen be brief i pray you if the king come i shall incur i know not how much of his displeasure aside yet i'll move him to walk this way

i never do him wrong but he does by my injuries to be friends pays dear for my offences exit should we be taking leave as long a term as yet we have to live the loathness to depart would grow adieu nay stay a little were you but riding forth to air yourself such parting were too petty look here love

this diamond was my mother's take it heart but keep it till you woo another wife when imogen is dead how how another you gentle gods give me but this i have and sear up my embracements from annexed with bonds of death putting on the ring remain remain thou here while sense can keep it on

and sweetest fairest as i my poor self did exchange for you to your so infinite loss so in our trifles i still win of you for my sake wear this it is a manacle of love i'll place it upon this fairest prisoner putting a bracelet upon her arm o the gods when shall we see again enter cymbeline and lords alack the king

thou basest thing avoid hence from my sight if after this command thou froth the court with thy unworthiness thou diest away thou art poison to my blood the gods protect you and bless the good remainders of the court i am gone exit there cannot be a pinch in death more sharp than this is

oh disloyal thing that shouldst repair my youth thou heap'st a year's age on me i beseech you sir harm not yourself with your vexation i am senseless of your wrath a touch more rare subdues all pangs all fears past grace abedian past hope and in despair

that way past grace but mightst have had the sole son of my queen oh blessed i might not i chose an eagle and did avoid thou took'st a beggar wouldst have made my throne a seat for baseness no i rather added a lustre to it oh thou wild one

sir it is your fault that i have loved posthumus you bred him as my playfellow and he is a man worth any woman overbuys me almost the sum he pays what the man almost sir heaven restore me would i were a neidherd's daughter and my leonatus our neighbour shepherd's son thou foolish thing re-enter queen

they were again together you have not done after our command away with her and put her up beseech your patience peace dear lady daughter peace sweet sovereign leave us to ourselves and make yourself some comfort out of your best advice

nay that how long was a drop of blood a day and being aged die of this folly exeunt cymbeline and lords fie you must give way enter pisanio here is your servant how now sir what news my lord your son drew on my master how my trust is done

there might have been but that my master rather played than fought and had no help of anger they were parted by gentlemen at hand i am very glad on it your son's my father's friend he takes his part to draw upon an exile oh brave sir i would they were in afric both together myself by with a needle that i might prick the goer back why came you from your master

on his command he would not suffer me to bring him to the haven left these notes of what commands i should be subject to whence pleased you to employ me this hath been your faithful servant i dare lay mine honour he will remain so a humbly thank your highness pray walk awhile about some half-hour hence i pray you speak with me you shall at least go see my lord aboard

for this time leave me scene two the same a public place enter clotan and two lords sir i would advise to shift a shirt the violence of action hath made you weak as a sacrifice where air comes out air comes in is none abroad so wholesome as that

My shirt were bloody. Then, to suspect, I'm a hurtin'. No, Faith, not so much as his patience. Hurtin'? His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a through fare for steel if it be not hurt. His steel was in debt. It went to the backside the town. The bill'n!

would not stand no but he fled forward still toward your face stand you you have learned enough of your own but he added to your having gave you some ground as many inches as you have oceans puppies or would they have not come between us so would i till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground

that she should love this fella refused me if it be a sin to make a true election she is damned sir as i told you always her beauty and her brain go not together she is a good sign but i have seen small reflection of her wit she shines not upon fools lest the reflection should hurt her

come out of my chamber would there have been so much done i wish not so unless it had been the fall of an ass which is no great hurt you go with us i'll attend your lordship i come well my lord

scene three a room in cymbeline's palace and the imogen and pisanio i would thou groosed unto the shores of the haven and questionedst every sail if he should write and i not have it twere paper lost as of what mercy is what was the last that he spake to thee it was his queen his queen then waved his handkerchief

and kissed it madam oh senseless linen happier therein than i and that was all no madam for so long as he could make me with this eye or ear distinguish him from others he did keep the deck with glove or hat or handkerchief still waving as the fits and stirs of his mind could best express how slow his soul sailed on how swift his ship

Thou shouldst have made him as little as a crow, or less, ere left to after-eye him. Madam, so I did. I would have broke mine eye-strings, cracked them, but to look upon him till the diminution of space had pointed him sharp as my needle, nay, followed him till he had melted from the smallness of a net to air, and then have turned mine eye and wept.

"'But, good Pisano, when shall we hear from him?' "'Be assured, madam, with his next vantage.'

i did not take my leave of him but had most pretty things to say ere i could tell him how i would think on him at certain hours such thoughts and such or i could make him swear the shees of italy should not betray mine interest and his honour or have charged him at the sixth hour of morn at noon at midnight to encounter me with orisons for then i am in heaven for him

or ere i could give him that parting kiss which i had set betwixt two charming words comes in my father and like the tyrannous breathing of the north shakes all our buds from growing enter a lady the queen madam desires your highness company those things i bid you do get them dispatched i will attend the queen madam i shall

scene four rome filarius house enter filario iachimo a frenchman a dutchman and a spaniard believe it sir i have seen him in britain he was then of a crescent note expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of

but i could then have looked on him without the help of admiration though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side and i to peruse him by items you speak of him when he was less furnished than now he is with that which makes him both without and within

i have seen him in france we had very many there could behold a son with as firm eyes as he this matter of marrying his king's daughter wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than his own words him i doubt not a great deal from the matter and then his banishment

i and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him be it but to fortify her judgment which else in easy battery might lay flat for taking a beggar without less quality but how comes it he is to sojourn with you how creeps acquaintance his father and i were soldiers together

to whom i have been often bound for no less than my life here comes the briton let him be so entertained amongst you as suits with gentlemen of your knowing to a stranger of his quality enter posthumus i beseech you all be better known to this gentleman whom i commend to you as a noble friend of mine

how worthy he is i will leave to appear hereafter rather than story him in his own hearing sir we have known together in orleans since when i have been dead hard to you for courtesies which i will be ever to pay and yet pay still

sire you overrate my poor kindness i was glad i did atone my countrymen and you it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature

by your pardon sir i was then a young traveller rather shunned to go even with what i heard than in my every action to be guided by others experiences but upon my mended judgment if i offend not to say it is mended my quarrel was not altogether slight

faith yes to be put to the arbitrament of swords and by such too that would by all likelihood have confounded one the other or have fallen both can we with manners ask what was the difference safely i think twas a contention in public which may without contradiction suffer the report

it was much like an argument that fell out last night where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses this gentleman at that time vouching and upon warrant of bloody affirmation

his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant qualified, and less attemptable than any the rarest of our ladies in France. That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's opinion by this worn-out. She holds her virtue still, and I my mind. You must not so far prefer her for ours of Italy."

being so far provoked as i was in france i would abate her nothing though i professed myself her adorer not her friend as fair and as good a kind of hand-in-hand comparison had been something too fair and too good for any lady in britain

if she went before others i have seen as that diamond of yours outlusters many i have behold i could not but believe she excelled many but i have not seen the most precious diamond that is nor you the lady i praised her as i rated her so do i my stone lear what do you esteem it at

"More than the world enjoys." "Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's out-prized by a trifle." "You are mistaken. The one may be sold, or given, if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift. The other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods." "Which the gods have given you."

which by their graces i will keep you may wear in turtle yours but you know strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds your ring may be stolen too

so your brace of unprizeable estimations the one is but frail and the other casual a cunning thief or a that way accomplished courtier would hazard the winning both the first and last your italy contains none so accomplished a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress if in the holding or loss of that you term her frail i do nothing doubt you have store of thieves

notwithstanding i fear not my ring sir with all my heart this worthy signior i thank him makes no stranger of me we are familiar at first with five times so much conversation i could get ground of your fair mistress make her go back even to the yielding had i admittance and opportunity to friend

no no i dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring which in my opinion overvalues its something but i make my wager rather against your confidence than her reputation and to bar your offence herein too i durst attempt it against any lady in the world

you are a great deal abused and too bold a persuasion and i doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of by your attempt what's that a repulse though your attempt as you call it deserve more a punishment too gentlemen enough of this it came in too suddenly let it die as it was born and i pray you be better acquainted

Would I had put my estate and my neighbours on the approbation of what I have spoke. What lady would you choose to assail? Yours, whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring.

commend me to the court where your lady is with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference and i will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved i will wage against your gold gold to it my ring i hold dear as my finger tis part of it you are afraid and therein the wiser

if you buy ladies flesh at a million a dram you cannot preserve it from tainting but i see you have some religion in you that you fear this is but a custom in your tongue you bear a graver purpose i hope i am the master of my speeches and would undergo what's spoken i swear will you i shall but lend my diamond till you return let there be covenants drawn between

my mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking i dare you to this match here's my ring i will have it no lay by the gods it is one if i bring you no sufficient testimony my ten thousand ducats are yours so is your diamond too

if i come off and leave her in such honour as you have trust in she your duel this your duel and my gold yours provided i have your commendation for my more free entertainment i embrace these conditions let us have articles betwixt us only thus far you shall answer

if you make your voyage upon her and give me directly to understand you have prevailed i am no further your enemy she is not worth our debate if she remain unseduced you not making it appear otherwise for your ill opinion and the assault you have made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword you have a

we will have these things set down by lawful counsel and straight away for britain lest the bargain should catch cold and starve i will fetch my gold and have our two wages recorded agreed exeunt posthumus and jacimo will these hold think you signor jacimo will not from it pray let us follow him scene five

britain a room in cimbeline's palace enter queen ladies and cornelius whilst yet the dews on ground gather those flowers make haste who has the note of them i madam dispatch axiom ladies now master doctor have you brought those drugs please us your highness aye here they are madam presenting a small box

but i beseech your grace without offence my conscience bids me ask wherefore you have commended of me these most poisonous compounds which are the movers of a languishing death but though slow deadly i wonder doctor thou ask me such a question have i not been thy pupil long hast thou not learnt me how to make perfumes distil preserve

yea so that our great king himself doth woo me oft for my confections having thus far proceeded unless thou think'st me devilish is't not meet that i did amplify my judgment in other conclusions

i will try the forces of these thy compounds on such creatures as we count not worth the hanging but none human to try the vigour of them and apply a lamence to their act and by them gather their several virtues and effects your highness shall from this practice but make hard your heart besides seeing these effects would be both noisome and infectious oh contend thee

and to pisanio here comes a flattering rascal upon him will i first work he is for his master and enemy to my son now pisanio doctor your service for this time is ended take your own way cornelius aside i do suspect you madam but you shall do no harm queen to pisanio hark thee a word i do not like her

she doth think she has strange lingering poisons so i do know her spirit and will not trust one of her malice with a drug of such damned nature though she has so stupefied and dulled since a while which first perchance she'll prove on cats and dogs then afterward up higher but there is no danger in what show of death it makes more than the locking out the spirits of time to be more fresh reviving

she is fooled with a most false effect and i the truer so to be false with her no further service doctor until i send for thee i humbly take my leave weeps she still says thou dost thou think in time she will not quench and let instructions enter where folly now possesses

do thy work when thou shalt bring me word she loves my son i'll tell thee on the instant thou art then as great as thy master greater for his fortunes all lie speechless and his name is at last gasp

return he cannot nor continue where he is to shift his being is to exchange one misery with another and every day that comes comes to decay a day's work in him what shalt thou expect to be dependa on a thing that leans who cannot be new built nor has no friends so much as but to prop him the queen drops the box pisagno takes it up

thou takest up thou know'st not what but take it for thy labour it is a thing i made which hath the king five times redeemed from death i do not know what is more cordial nay aprithy take it it is an earnest of a father good that i mean to thee tell thy mistress how the case stands with her do it as from thyself

think what a chance thou changest on but think thou hast thy mistress still to boot my son who shall take notice of thee i'll move the king to any shape of thy preferment such as thou wilt desire and then myself i chiefly that set thee on to this desert am bound to load thy merit richly call my women

think on my words exit pisanio a sly and constant knave not to be shaked the agent for his master and the remembrance of her to hold the hand fast to her lord

i have given him that which if he take shall quite unpeople her of lieges for her sweet and which she after except she bend her humour shall be assured to taste of too re-enter pisagno and ladies so so well done well done the violets cowslips and the primroses bear to my closet

fare thee well pisanio think on my words exeunt queen and ladies and shall do but when to my good lord i prove untrue i'll choke myself that's all i'll do for you exit scene six the same another room in the palace enter imogen

a father cruel and a step-dame false a foolish suitor to a wedded lady that hath her husband banished oh that husband my supreme crown of grief and those repeated vexations of it had i been thief stolen as my two brothers happy but most miserable is the desire that's glorious

blest be those how mean soever that have their honest wills which seasons comfort who may this be fie enter pisanio and jacimo pisanio madam a noble gentleman of rome comes from my lord with letters change you madam the worthy leonatus is in safety and greets your highness dearly presents a letter leonatus thanks good sir you're kindly welcome

yekimo aside all of her that is out of domos rich if she be furnished with a mind so rare she is alone the arabian bird and i have lost the wager boldness be my friend arm me audacity from head to foot or like the parthian i shall flying fight rather directly fly imogen reads he is one of the noblest note to whose kindnesses i am most infinitely tied

reflect upon him accordingly as you value your trust leonatus so far i read aloud but even the very middle of my heart is warmed by the rest and takes it thankfully you are as welcome worthy sir as i have words to bid you and shall find it so in all that i can do fang fairest lady what are men mad

hath nature given them eyes to see this vaulted arch and the rich crop of sea and land which can distinguish twixt the fiery orbs above and the twin stones upon the numbered beach and can we not partition make with spectacles so precious twixt fair and foul what makes your admiration

it cannot be i the eye for apes and monkeys twixt two such shees would chatter this way and contemn with miles the other nor i the judgment for idiots in this case a favour would be wisely definite nor i the appetite sluttery to such neat excellence opposed should make desire vomit emptiness not so allured to feed what is the matter

the cloyed will that satiate yet unsatisfied desire that tub both filled and running ravening first the lamb longs after for the garbage what dear sir does wraps you are you well sir what thanks madam well to pisanio pisanio beseech you sir desire my man's abode where i did leave him he is strange and peevish

i was going sir to give him welcome exit continues well my lord his health beseech you well madam is he disposed to mirth i hope he is exceeding pleasant none a stranger there so merry and so gamesome he is called the breton reveller when he was here he did incline to sadness and ofttimes not knowing why

i never saw him sad there is a frenchman his companion one an eminent monsieur that it seems much loves a gallian girl at home he furnishes the thick sighs from him whilst the jolly briton your lord i mean laughs from his free lungs

cries oh can my sides hold to think that man who knows by history report or his own proof what woman is yea what she cannot choose but must be will his free hours languish for assured bondage will my lord say so ay madam with his eyes in flood with laughter

it is a recreation to be by and hear him mock the frenchman but heavens no some men are much to blame not he i hope not he but yet heaven's bounty towards him might be used more thankfully in himself tis much in you which i account is beyond all talon whilst i am bound to wonder i am bound to pity too

what do you pity sir two creatures heartily am i one sir you look on me what wreck discern you in me deserves your pity lamentable what to hide me from the radiant sun and solace of the dungeon by a snuff i pray you sir deliver with more openness your answers to my demands why do you pity me that others do

I was about to say, enjoy, you, but it is an office of the gods to vent it, not mine to speak on it. You do seem to know something of me, or what concerns me. Pray you, since doubting things go ill often hurts more than to be sure they do, for certainties either are past remedies, or timely knowing the remedy then born, discover to me what both you spur and stop. Had I this cheek,

to bathe my lips upon this hand whose touch whose every touch would force the fearless soul to the oath of loyalty this object which takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye fixing it only here should i dand them

slaver with lips as common as the stairs that mount the capitol join gripes with hands made hard with hourly falsehood falsehood as with labour then by peeping in an eye base and unlustrous as the smoky light that sped with stinking tallow it were fit that all the plagues of hell should at one time encounter such revolt my lord i fear has forgot britain and himself

not i inclined to this intelligence pronounce the beggary of his change but tis your graces that from my mutest conscience to my tongue charms this report out let me hear no more o dearest soul your cause doth strike my heart with pity that doth make me sick

a lady so fair unfastened to an empery would make the greatest king double to be partnered with tomboys hired with that self-exhibition which your own coppers yield be revenged or see that for you was no queen and you recoil from your great stock revenge how should i be revenged if this be true as i have such a heart that both mine ears must not in haste abuse if it be true

How should I be revenged? I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, more noble than that renegade to your bed, and will continue fast to your affection, still close as sure. What ho, Pisano! Let me my service tender on your lip. Away! I do condemn mine ears that have so long attended thee.

if thou wert honourable thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue not for such an end thou seek'st as base as strange thou wrong'st the gentleman who is as far from thy report as thou from honour and solicitest here a lady that disdains thee and the devil alike what hope is

the king my father shall be made acquainted of thy assault if he shall think it fit a saucy stranger in his court to expound his beastly mind to us he hath a court he little cares for and a daughter who he not respects at all what ho pisanio pisanio oh happy leonatus

i may say the credit that thy lady hath of thee deserves thy trust and thy most perfect goodness her assured credit blessed live you long a lady to the worthiest sir that ever country called his and you his mistress only for the most worthiest fit give me your pardon

i have spoke this to know if your appianse were deeply rooted and shall make your lord that which he is new o'er and he is one the truest manner'd such a holy witch that he enchants societies into him half all men's hearts are his you make amends he sits mongst men like a descended god he hath a kind of honour sets him up more than a mortal seeming

be not angry most mighty princess that i have adventured to try your taking of a false report which hath honoured with confirmation your great judgment in the election of a sir so rare which you know cannot err the love i bear him made me to fan you thus but the gods made you unlike all other chaplests pray your pardon

all's well sir take my power in the court for yours sir my humble thing i had almost forgot to entreat your grace but in a small request and yet at moment too for it concerns your lord myself and other noble friends are partners in the business lady gilmore pray what is it

some dozen romans of us and your lord the best feather of our wing have mingled sums to buy a present for the emperor which i the factor for the rest have done in france

tis plate of rare device and jewels of rich and exquisite form their value is great and i am something curious being strange to have them in safe storage may it please you to take them in protection willingly and pawn mine honour for their safety

since my lord has interest in them i will keep them in my bedchamber they are in a trunk attended by my men i will make bold to send them to you only for this night i must abhor tomorrow oh no no yes i beseech or i shall short my word by lengthening my return from gallia i cross the seas on purpose and on promise to see your grace

i thank you for your pains but not away to-morrow oh i must madam therefore i shall beseech you if you please to greet your lord with writing do it to-night i have outstripped my time which is material to the tender of our present i will write send your trunk to me it shall safe be kept and truly yield at you you're very welcome exeunt act i

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act two scene one britain before cymbeline's palace enter clotten and two lords was there ever ma'am i'd such luck when i kissed the jack upon an up-cast to be hit away i'd a hundred pound on it and then a whore sang jack knapes must take me up for swearing

as if i borrowed my notes from him i might not spend them at my pleasure but got he by that you have broke his pate with your bowl if his wit had been like him that broke it it would have run all out when a gentleman is disposed to swear it is not for any standers by to curtail his oaths no my lord

nor crop the ears of them horse dog i give him satisfaction would he have been one of my rank to have smelt like a fool i am not bet more than anything in the earth a pot on it i'd rather not be so noble as i am they do not fight with me because of the queen my mother

Every jacks lame, and his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match. You are a cock, and a capon too, and you crow cock with your comb on. Sayeth thou? It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to. Nah, I know that.

But it is fit I should commit offence to my imperiors. Aye, it is fit for your lordship only. Why, so I say. Did you hear of a stranger that comes to court tonight? A stranger? And I not know of it. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. There's an Italian come.

and tis thought one of leonatus's friends leonatus blech a banished rascal and he's another whatsoever he be who told you of this stranger one of your lordship's pages is it fit i want to look upon him is there no derogation in it you cannot derogate my lord

not easily i think you are a fool granted therefore your issues being foolish do not derogate come i'll go see this italian what i have lost to-day at bowles i win to-night of him come down i'll attend your lordship exeunt clotan and first lord

that such a crafty devil as his mother should yield the world this ass a woman that bears all down with her brain and this her son cannot take two from twenty for his heart and leave eighteen alas poor princess thou divine imogen what thou endurest

betwixt a father by thy step-dame governed a mother hourly coining plots a wooer more hateful than the foul expulsion is of thy dear husband than that horrid act of the divorce he'll make

the heavens hold firm the walls of thy dear honor keep unshaken that temple thy fair mind that thou may stand to enjoy thy banished lord and this great land exit scene two imogen's bedchamber in cimberline's palace a trunk in one corner of it imogen in bed reading a lady attending who's there my woman helen

please you madam what hour is it almost midnight madam i have read three hours then mine eyes are weak fold down the leaf where i have left to bed take not away the taper leave it burning and if thou canst awake by four of the clock i prithee call me sleep hath seized me wholly exit lady

to your protection i commend me gods from fairies and the tempters of the night guard me besiege ye sleeps jacimo comes from the trunk the crickets sing and man's o'erlaboured sense repairs itself by rest ah tarquim thus did subtly press the rushes ere he wakened the chastity he wounded

Sither here, how bravely thou become'st thy bed, fresh lily, and whiter than the sheets, that I might touch but kiss, one kiss. Rubies unparagoned, how dearly they do it, tis her breathing that perfumes the chamber thus. The flame of the taper bows toward her, and would underpeep her lids.

to see the enclosed lights now canopied under these windows white and azure laced with blue of heaven's own ting but my design to note the chamber i will write all down such and such pictures there the window such the adornment of a bed the arras figures why such and such and the contents of the story

ah but some natural notes about her body above ten thousand mean immovables would testify to enrich mine inventory o sleep thou ape of death lie dull upon her and be her sense but as a monument thus in a chapel lying come up come up taking off her bracelet

as slippery as the gordian knot was hard tis mine and this will witness outwardly as strongly as the conscience does within to the madding of her lord

on her left breast a mole sank spotted like the crimson drop near the bottom of a caslip here's a virtue stronger than ever law could make this secret will force him think i have picked the lock and tamed the treasure of her honour no more to what end why should i write this down that's riveted screwed to my memory she hath been reading late the tale of tereus here the leaps turn down where fuller-mull gave up i have enough

to the trunk again and shut the spring of it swift swift you dragons of the night that dawning may bear the raven's eye i lodge in fear though this a heavenly angel hell is here clock strikes one two three time time goes into the trunk the scene closes scene three

an antechamber adjoining imogen's apartments enter clotan and lords clotan your lordship is the most patient man in loss the most coldest that ever turned up ace it would make any man cold to lose clotan but not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship you are most hot and furious when you win

Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have told enough. It's almost morning, is it not? Day, my lord. Oh, would this music would come. I am advised to give her music of mornings. They say it will penetrate. Enter Musicians.

come on tune if you can penetrate heart with your fingering so we'll try with tongue too if none will do let her remain but i'll never give up then a very excellent good conceited thing

after a wonderful sweet air with admirable rich words to it and then let her consider

hark hark the lark at heaven's gate sings and fever skins arise his steeds to water at o'er springs on chaliced flowers that lies and winking merry buds begin to

So get your gum, it just penetrates. I will consider your music for better if it do not.

it is a voice in her ears which horse-hairs and calves guts nor the voice of eunuch taboo can never remember exeunt musicians here comes the king i am glad i was up so late for that's the reason i was up so early i cannot choose but take this service i have done fatherly enter cymbeline and queen

good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother attend you hear the door of our stern daughter will she not forth i have assailed her with music but she vouchsafed no notice the exile of her minion is too new she hath not yet forgotten some more time must wear the print of his remembrance out and then she's yours

you are most bound to the king who lets go by no vantages that may prefer you to his daughter frame yourself to orderly soliciting and be friended with aptness of the season

make denials increase your services so seem as if you were inspired to do those duties which you tender to her that you in all obey her save when command to your dismission tends and therein you are senseless thanks so not so enter messenger messenger so like you sir ambassadors from rome the one is caius lucius

a worthy fellow albeit he come on angry purpose now but that's no fault of his we must receive him according to the honour of his sender and towards himself his goodness forspent on us we must extend our notice our dear son when you have given good-morning to your mistress attend the queen and us

we shall have need to employ you towards this roman come our queen if she be up i'll speak with her if not well let her lie still and dream by your leave ho i know where women are about

what if i do lie in one of their hands tis gold which buys admittance of t dealt ye and makes diana's rangers force themselves yield up their deer to the stand of the stealer and tis gold which makes the true man killed and saves the thief nay sometimes hangs both thief and true man what can it not do and undo i will make one of her women lawyer to me for i yet not understand the case myself

by your lave enter a lady who's there that knocks a gentleman no more yes and a gentlewoman's son that's more than some whose tailors are as dear as yours can justly boast of what's your lordship's pleasure your lady's person is she ready ay to keep a chamber

there is gone for you show me your good report how my good name or to report of you what i shall think is good the princess enter imogen good morrow fairest sister your sweet hand exit lady good morrow sir you lay out too much pains for purchasing but trouble

the thanks i give is telling you that i am poor of thanks and scarce can spare them still i swear i love ye if you but said so twere as deep with me if you swear still your recompense is still that i regard it not this is no answer but that you shall not say i yield being silent i would not speak i pray you spare me

faith i shall unfold equal discourtesy to your best kindness one of your great knowing should learn being taught forbearance to leave you in your madness twirl my sin i will not fools cure not mad folks do you call me as i am mad i do if you'll be patient i'll no more be mad

that cures us both i am much sorry sir you put me to forget a lady's manners by being so verbal and learn now for all that i which know my heart do here pronounce by the very truth of it i care not for you and i am so near the lack of charity to accuse myself i hate you

which i had rather you felt than make it my boast you sing against obedience which you owe your father for the contract you pretend with that base wretch one bread of arms and fostered with cold dishes with scraps of the court it is no contract none though it be allowed in meaner parties yea who than he more mean

to knit their souls on whom there is no more dependency but brats and beggary in some figure not yet you are curbed from that enlargement by the consequence of the crown and must not soil the precious note of it with a base slave a hilding for a livery a squire's cloth a pant-land not so eminent

profane fellow wert thou the son of jupiter and no more but what thou art besides thou wert too base to be his groom thou wert dignified enough even to the point of envy if it were made comparative for your virtues to be styled the under-hangman of his kingdom and hated for being preferred so well the

he never can meet more mischance than come to be but named of thee his meanest garment that ever hath but clipped his body is dearer in my respect than all the hairs above thee were they all made such men how now pisagno enter pisagno he's garman ohoho now the devil to dorothy my woman heidi presently

he's gone i am sprighted with a fool frighted and angered worse go bid my woman search for a jewel that too casually hath left mine arm it was thy master's shrew me if i would lose it for a revenue of any king's in europe i do think i saw it this morning confident i am last night twas on mine arm i kissed it i hope it be not gone to tell my lord that i kiss aught but he

twill not be lost i hope so go and search exit prasadio you have abused me is meanest i said so sir if you will make it an action call witness to it i will inform your father your mother too

she's my good lady and will conceive i hope but the worst of me so i leave you sir to the worst of discontent exit i'll be revenge he's meanest common oh well exit scene four rome filario's house and the posthumous and filario

fear it not sir i would i were so sure to win the king as i am bold her honour will remain hers king what means do you make to him sir not any but abide the change of time quake in the present winter's state and wish that warmer days would come in these feared hopes i barely gratify your love they failing i must die much your debtor

your very goodness and your company or pays all i can do by this your king hath heard of great augustus caius lucius will do's commission throughly and i think he'll grant the tribute send the arrearages or look upon our romans whose remembrance is yet fresh in their grief

"'I do believe—statist, though I am none, no like to be—that this will prove a war, and you shall hear the legions now in Gallia sooner landed in our not-fearing Britain than have tidings of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen are men more ordered than when Julius Caesar smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage worthy his frowning at.'

their discipline now mingled with their courage will make known to their approvers they are people such that mend upon the world enter yekimo yekimo the swiftest hearts have posted you by land and winds of all the corners kissed your sails to make your vessel nimble welcome sir i hope the briefness of your answer made the speediness of your return your lady is one of the fairest that i have looked upon

and therewith all the best or let your beauty look through a casement to allure false hearts and be false with them lear here are letters for you lear their ten are good i trust lear tis very like lear was caius lucius in the britain court when you were there lear he was expected then but not approved lear all is well yet sparkles the stone as it was wont or is not too dull for your good wearing lear if i had lost it

i should have lost the worth of it in gold i'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy a second night of such sweet shortness which was mine in britain for the ring is one the stone's too hard to come by sir lewis not a whit your lady being so easy lewis make not sir you're lost your sport i hope you know that we must not continue friends

good sir we must if you keep covenant had i not brought the knowledge of your mistress home i grant we were to question further but i now profess myself the winner of her honour together with your ring and not the wronger of her or you having proceeded but by both your will if you can make apparent my hand and ring is yours

if not the foul opinion you had of a pure honour gains or loses your sword or mine or masterless leaves both to who shall find them sir my circumstances being so near the truth as i will make them must first induce you to believe whose strength i will confirm with oath which i doubt not you'll give me leave to spare when you shall find you need it not

her bedchamber where i confess i slept not but profess that was well worth watching it was hanged with tapestry of silk and silver the story proud cleopatra when she met her roman and sydney swelled above the banks

or for the press of votes or pride a piece of work so bravely done so rich that it did strive in workmanship and value which i wondered could be so rarely and exactly wrought since the true life on it was this is true and this you might have heard of here by me or by some other more particulars must justify my knowledge so they must or do your honour injury

the chimney is south the chamber and the chimney-piece chaste dian bathing never saw eye-figures so likely to report themselves the cutter was as another nature dumb out went her motion and breath left out this is a thing which you might from relation likewise reap being as it is much spoke of

the roof of the chamber with golden cherubins is fretted and irons i had forgot them for two winking cupids of silver each on one foot standing nicely depending on their brand this is her honour let it be granted you have seen all this and praise be given to your remembrance the description of what is in her chamber nothing saves the wager you have laid then if you can

Showing the bracelet. Be pale. I beg you leave to air this jewel. See, and now it is up again. It must be married to that your diamond. I'll keep them. Jove! Once more let me behold it. Is it that which I left with her? Sir, I thank her that she stripped it from her arm. I see her yet. Her pretty action did outsell her gift, and yet enriched it too. She gave it to me, and said she prized it once.

maybe she plucked it off to send it me lark has she right so too you doth she lark oh no no no tis true here take this too gives the ring lark it is a basilisk unto mine eye kills me to look on't let there be no honour where there is beauty truth where semblance love where there's another man

the vows of women of no more bondage be to where they are made than they are to their virtues which is nothing how above measure false have patience sir and take your ring again tis not yet won it may be probable she lost it or who knows if one of her women being corrupted hath stolen it from her

very true and so i hope he came by it back my ring rendered to me some corporal sign about her more evident than this for this was stolen by jupiter i heard it from her arm hark you he swears by jupiter he swears tis true nay keep the ring tis true i am sure she would not lose it her attendants are all sworn and honourable

they induced to steal it and by a stranger no he hath enjoyed her there take thy hire and all the fiends of hell divide themselves between you sir be patient this is not strong enough to be believed of one persuaded well of never talk

if you seek for further satisfying under her breast worthy the pressing lies a mole right proud at that most delicate lodging by my life i kiss'd it and it gave me present hunger to feed again though full you do remember this stain upon her and it doth confirm another stain as big as hell can hold were there no more

will you hear more spake your arithmetic never count the turns once and a million i'll be sworn spake no swearing if you will swear you have not done't you lie oh that i had her here to tear her limb meal i will go there and do it in the court before her father i'll do something exit spake quite besides the government of patience you have won

let's follow him and pervert the present wrath he hath against himself with all my heart scene v another room in filarios house enter posthumus could i find out the woman's part in me for there's no motion that tends to vice in man but i affirm it is the woman's part be it lying note it the woman's

flattering hers deceiving hers lust and rank thoughts hers her revengers ambitions covetings change of praise disdain nice longings slanders mutability of faults it may be named nay that hell knows and part but rather all

for even to vice they are not constant but are changing still one vice but of a minute old for one not half so old as that i'll write against them detest them curse them yet his greater skill and a true hate to pray they have their will the very devils cannot plague them better exit act

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enter in state cymbeline queen clotan and lords at one door and at another caius lucius and attendants now say what would augustus caesar with us when julius caesar whose remembrance yet lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues be theme and hearing ever was in this britain and conquered it

Cassibion, thine uncle, famous in Caesar's praises, now at last and in his feats is having it, the hymn, and his succession granted Rome a tribute, yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately is left untended. And to kill the marvel shall be so ever. There be many Caesars.

as such another julius britain is a world by itself and we will nothing pay for wearing our own noses

that opportunity which then they had to take from us to resume we have again remember sir my liege the kings your ancestors together with the natural bravery of your isle which stands as neptune's park ribbed and paled in with rocks unscalable and roaring waters with sands that will not bear your enemies boats but suck them up to the topmast

a kind of conquest caesar made here but made not hear his brag of came and saw and overcame with shame the first that ever touched him he was carried from off our coast twice beaten and his shipping poor ignorant baubles on our terrible seas like egg-shells moved upon their surges cracked as easily gainst our rocks

for joy whereof the famed cassibyllan who was once at point o jiggled fortune to master caesar's sword made ludstown with rejoicing fires bright and britain strut with courage there's no more tribute to be paid our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time and as i said

there is no more such caesars other of them may have crooked noses but to owe such straight arms none son let your mother end we have yet many among us can grope as hard as cassabilan i do not say i am one but i have a hand wide

why should we pay tribute if caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket or put the moon in his pocket we will pay him tribute for life else sir no more tribute pray you now you must know till the injurious romans did extort this tribute from us we were free

Caesar's ambition, which swelled so much that it did almost stretch the sides of the world against all color here, did put the yoke upon us, which to shake off becomes a warlike people, which we reckon ourselves to be. We do! Say, then, to Caesar, our ancestor was that Molnuteus which ordained our laws.

whose use the sword of caesar hath too much mangled whose repair and franchise shall by the power we hold be a good deed though rome be therefore angry more mutius made our laws who was the first of britain which did put his brows within a golden crown and called himself a king i am sorry

that i am to pronounce augustus caesar caesar that hath more kings as servants than thyself domestic officers thine enemy received from me war and confusion in caesar's name pronounce i against thee look for fury not to be resisted thus defied i thank thee for myself thou art welcome caius

thy caesar knighted me my youth i spent much under him of him i gathered honour which he to seek of me again perforce beholds me keep at utterance i am perfect that the pannonians and dalmatians for their liberties are now in arms a precedent which not to read would show the britons cold so caesar shall not find them

let proof speak his majesty bids you welcome make pastime with us a day or two or longer

if ye seek us afterwards in other terms ye shall find us in a salt-water girdle if ye beat us out of it it is yours if ye fall in the adventure a crow shall bear the better for you and there's an end so sir i know your master's pleasure and he mine all the remain is welcome

scene two another room in the palace and a pisanio with a letter how of adultery wherefore write you not what monsters her accuser leonatus ah master what a strange infection is fallen into thy ear what false italian as poisonous tongued as handed hath prevailed on thy too ready hearing disloyal no

she's punished for her truth and undergoes more goddess-like than wife-like such assaults as would take in some virtue o my master thy mind to her is now as low as were thy fortunes how that i should murder her upon the love and truth and vows which i have made to thy command i her her blood

if it be so to do good service never let me be counted serviceable how look i that i should seem to lack humanity so much as this fact comes to do it the letter that i have sent her by her own command shall give the opportunity oh damn the paper black as the ink that's on thee senseless bauble art thou a fiodori for this act

and look'st so virgin-like without lo here she comes i am ignorant in what i am commanded enter imogen how now pisanio pisanio madam here is a letter from my lord who thy lord that is my lord leonatus oh learned indeed were that astronomer that knew the stars as i his characters he'd lay the future open

you good gods let what is here contained relish of love of my lord's health of his content yet not that we two are asunder let that grieve him some griefs are medicinable that is one of them for it doth physic love of his content all but in that good wax thy leave

blessed be you beasts that make these locks of counsel lovers and men in dangerous bonds pray not alike though forfeiters you cast in prison yet you clasp young cupids tables good news gods reads justice and your father's wrath should he take me in his dominion could not be so cruel to me as you o the dearest of creatures would even renew me with your eyes

take notice that i am in cambria at milford haven what your own love will out of this advice you follow so he wishes you all happiness that remains loyal to his vow and your increasing in love leonatus posthumus

oh for a horse with wings he is thou pisanio he is at milford haven read and tell me how far this thither if one of mean affairs may plod it in a week why may not i glide thither in a day then true pisanio who long'st like me to see thy lord who long'st oh let me bade but not like me yet long'st but in a fainter kind oh not like me for mine's beyond beyond

say and speak thick love's counsellor should feel the bores of hearing to the smothering of the sense how far it is to this same blest milford and by the way tell me how wales was made so happy as to inherit such a haven but first of all how we may steal from hence and for the gap that we shall make in time from our hence-going and our return to excuse

but first how get hence why should excuse be borne or ear begot we'll talk of that hereafter prithee speak how many score of miles may we well ride twixt hour and hour one score twixt sun and sun madam s enough for you and too much too one that rode to his execution man could never go so slow i have heard of riding wagers where horses have been nimbler than the sands that run in the clock's behalf

but this is foolery go bid my woman feign a sickness say she'll home to her father and provide me presently a riding-suit no costlier than would fit a franklin's housewife madam you'll best consider i see before me man nor hear nor hear nor what ensues but have a fog in them that i cannot look through

away i prithee do as i bid thee there's no more to say accessible is none but milford way scene three wales a mountainous country with a cave enter from the cave belarius guiderius and arviragus following a goodly day not to keep house with such whose roofs as low as ours stoop boys

this gate instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you to a morning's holy office the gates of monarchs are arched so high that giants may jet through and keep their impious turbans on without good morrow to the sun hail thou fair heaven we house sither rocks yet use thee not so hardly as prouder livers do

hail heaven hail heaven now for our mountain sport up to yonder hill your legs are young i'll tread these flats consider when you above perceive me like a crow that is a place which lessens and sets off and you may then revolve what tales i have told you of courts of princes of the tricks in war

this service is not service so being done but being so allowed to apprehend thus draws us a profit from all things we see and often to our comfort shall we find the sharded beetle in a safer hold than is the full-winged eagle or this life is nobler than attending for a check

Richer than doing nothing for a bribe Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk Such gain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed, no life to ours Out of your proof you speak We poor unfledged have never winged from view of the nest Nor known not what airs from home Happily this life is best, if quiet life be best

sweeter to you that have a sharper known well corresponding with your stiff age but unto us it is a cell of ignorance travelling a-bed a prison for a debtor that not dares to stride a limit what should we speak of when we are old as you

when we shall hear the rain and wind beat dark december how in this our pinching cape shall we discourse the freezing hours away we have seen nothing we are beastly subtle as the fox for prey like warlike as the wolf for what we eat our valour is to chase what flies our cage we make a choir as doth the prisoned bird and sing our bondage freely

how you speak did you but know the city's usuries and felt them knowingly the art of the court as hard to leave as keep whose top to climb is certain falling or so slippery that the fear's as bad as falling

the toil o the war a pain that only seems to seek out danger in the name of fame and honour which dies i the search and hath as oft a slanderous epitaph as record of fair act nay many times doth ill deserve by doing well what's worse must curtsey at the censure o boys this story the world may read in me

my body's marked with roman swords and my report was once first with the best of note cymbeline loved me and when a soldier was the theme my name was not far off then was i as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit but in one night a storm of robbery call it what you will

shook down my mellow hangings nay my leaves and left me bare to weather uncertain favour my fault being nothing as i have told you oft but that two villains whose false oaths prevailed before my perfect honour swore to cymbeline i was confederate with the romans

so followed my banishment and this twenty years this rock and these domains have been my world where i have lived at honest freedom paid more pious debts to heaven than in all the fore-end of my time but up to the mountains this is not hunter's language he that strikes the venison first shall be the lord of the feast to him the other two shall minister

and we will fear no poison which attends in place of great estate i'll meet you in the valleys exeunt with arias and arviragus how hard it is to hide the sparks of nature these boys know little they are sons to the king nor cymbeline dreams that they are alive they think they are mine

and though trained up thus meanly i the cave wherein they bow their thoughts do hit the roofs of palaces and nature prompts them in simple and low things to prince it much beyond the tricks of others this polydore the heir of cymbeline and britain who the king his father called

jove when on my three-foot stool i sit and tell the warlike feats i have done his spirits fly out into my stories say thus mine enemy fell and thus i set my foot on his neck even then the princely blood flows in his cheek he sweats strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture that acts my words

the younger brother cadwell once arviragus in as like a figure strikes life into my speech and shows much more his own conceiving hark the game is roused o cymbeline heaven and my conscience knows thou didst unjustly banish me

Whereon, at three and two years old, I stole these babes, thinking to bar thee of succession, as thou reft me of my lands. Euryphily, thou wast their nurse. They took thee for their mother, and every day to honour to her grave. Myself, Belarius, that I'm Morgan called, they take for natural father. The game is up. Exit.

scene four country near milford haven enter pisanio and imogen thou toldst me when we came from horse the place was near at hand never longed my mother so to see me first as i have now pisanio man where is posthumus what is in thy mind that makes thee stare thus wherefore break'st thou sigh from the inward of thee

one but painted thus would be interpreted a thing perplexed beyond self-explication put thyself into a havier of less fear ere wildness vanquish my stater senses what is the matter why tenderest thou that paper to me with a look untender if t be summer news smile to it before if winterly thou needst but keep that countenance still

my husband's hand that drug-damned italy hath outcrafted him and he's at some hard point speak man thy tongue may take off some extremity which to read would be even mortal to me please you read and you shall find me wretched man a thing the most disdain'd of fortune imogen reads thy mistress pisanio hath play'd this trumpet in my bed

the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me i speak not out of weak surmises but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as i expect my revenge that part thou pisanio must act for me if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers

let thine own hands take away her life i shall give thee opportunity at milford haven she hath my letter for the purpose where if thou fear to strike and to make me certain it is done thou art the pender to her dishonour and equally to me disloyal what shall i need to draw my sword the paper hath cut her throat already

"'No, tis slander, whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath rides on the posting winds and doth belie all corners of the world, kings, queens, and states, maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave. This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam!'

false to his bed what is it to be false to lie in watch there and to think on him to weep twixt clock and clock if sleep charge nature to break it with a fearful dream of him and cry myself awake that's false to his bed is it the last good lady

ay false thy conscience witness yekimo thou didst accuse him of incontinency thou then look'st like a villain now methinks thy favour's good enough some jay of italy whose mother was her painting hath betrayed him

poor i am stale a garment out of fashion and for i am richer than to hang by the walls i must be ripped to pieces with me

o man's vows are women's traitors all good seeming by thy revolt o husband shall be thought put on for villainy not born where it grows but worn a bait for ladies good madam hear me true honest men being heard like false aeneas were in his time thought false and sinon sweeping did scandal many a holy tear took pity from most true wretchedness

so thou posthumous wilt lay the leaven on all proper men goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured from thy great fail come fellow be thou honest do thou thy master's bidding

when thou seest him a little witness my obedience look i draw the sword myself take it and hit the innocent mansion of my love my heart fear not tis empty of all things but grief thy master is not there who was indeed the richest of it

do his bidding strike thou mayst be valiant in a better cause but now thou seem'st a coward hence vile instrument thou shalt not damn my hand why i must die and if i do not by thy hand thou art no servant of thy masters against self-slaughter there is a prohibition so divine that cravens my weak hand

come here's my heart something's afore it soft soft will no defence obedient as the scabbard

what is here the scriptures of the loyal leonatus all turned to heresy away away corrupters of my faith you shall no more be stomachers to my heart thus may poor fools believe false teachers though those that are betrayed do feel the treason sharply yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

and thou posthumous thou that didst set up my disobedience gainst the king my father and make me put into contempt the suits of princely fellows shalt hereafter find it is no act of common passage but a strain of rareness and i grieve myself to think when thou shalt be deseged by her that now thou tirest on how thy memory will then be panged by me

pretty dispatch the lamb entreats the butcher where's thy knife thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding when i desire it too o gracious lady since i received this command to do this business i have not slept one wink do it and to bed then i'll wake mine eyeballs blind first wherefore then didst undertake it

why hast thou abused so many miles with a pretence this place mine action and thine own our horses labour that time inviting thee the perturbed court for my being absent whereunto i never purpose return why hast thou gone so far to be unbent when thou hast taken thy stand the elected deer before thee

but to win time to lose so bad employment in the which i have considered of a course good lady hear me with patience talk thy tongue weary speak i have heard i am a strumpet and mine ear therein fall-struck can take no greater wound nor tend to bottom that but speak

then madam i thought you would not back again most like bringing me here to kill me not so neither but if i were as wise as honest then my purpose would prove well it cannot be but that my master is abused some villain ay and singular in his art hath done you both this cursed injury some roman courtesan

no on my life i'll give but notice you are dead and sent him some bloody sign of it for tis commanded i should do so you shall be missed at court and that will well confirm it why good fellow what shall i do the while where bide how live or in my life what comfort when i am dead to my husband

"'If you're back to the court—' "'No court, no father, nor no more ado with that harsh, noble, simple nothing, that Clotten, whose love-suit hath been to me as fearful as a siege.' "'If not at court, then not in Britain. Must you bide?' "'Where, then? Has Britain all the sun that shines?'

day night are they not but in britain in the world's volume our britain seems as of it but not in it in a great pool a swan's nest prithee think their slivers out of britain i am most glad you think of other place the ambassador lucius the roman comes to milford haven to-morrow

now if you could wear a mind dark as your fortune is and but disguise that which to appear itself must not yet be but by self-danger you should tread a course pretty and full of view yea haply near the residence of posthumus so nigh at least that though his actions were not visible yet report should rend him hourly to your ear as truly as he moves

oh for such means though peril to my modesty not death on it i would adventure well then here's the point you must forget to be a woman change command into obedience fear and niceness the handmaids of all women all more truly woman it pretty self into a waggish courage ready in gibes quick-answered saucy and as quarrelous as the weasel

nay you must forget that rarest treasure of your cheek exposing it but oh the harder heart alack no remedy to the greedy touch of common kissing titan and forget your laboursome and dainty trims wherein you made great juno angry nay be brief i see into thy end and am almost a man already

First, make yourself but like one, for thinking this I have already fit. Tis in my cloak-bag, doublet, hat, holes, all that answers to them. Would you in their serving, and with what imitation you can borrow, from youth of such a season. For noble Lucius, present yourself, desire his service, tell him wherein you're happy.

which you'll make him know if that his head have eerie music doubtless with joy he will embrace you for he is honourable and doubling that most holy your means abroad you have me rich and i will never fail beginning nor suppliant thou art all the comfort the gods will diet with me prithee away there's more to be considered but we'll even all that good time will give us

this attempt i am soldier to and will abide it with a prince's courage away i prithee well madam we must take a short farewell lest being missed i be suspected of your carriage from the court my noble mistress here is a box i had it from the queen

what's in it is precious if you are sick at sea or stomach qualmed at land a dram of this will drive away distemper to some shade and fit you to your manhood may the gods direct you to the best amen i thank thee exeunt severally scene v a room in cymbeline's palace enter cymbeline queen clotten lucius lords and attendants

thus far and so farewell thanks royal sir my emperor hath wrote i must from hence and am right sorry that i must report ye my master's enemy our subject sir will not endure his yoke and for ourself to show less sovereignty than they must needs appear unking like so sir

i desire of you a conduct overland to milford haven madam all joy before your grace and you my lord you are appointed for that office the jew of honour in no point omit so farewell noble lucius lucius your hand my lord receive it friendly but from this time forth i'll wear it as your enemy sir

the event is yet to name the winner fare you well lear not the worthy lucius good my lord till we have crossed the seven exeunt lucius and lords he goes hence frowning but it honours us that we have given him cause lucius tis all the better ye valiant britons have their wishes in it

lucius hath wrote already to the emperor how it goes here it fits us therefore rightly our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness the powers that he already hath in gallia will soon be drawn to head from whence he moves his war for britain tis not sleepy business but must be looked to speedily and strongly

our expectation that it would be thus hath made us forward but my gentle queen where is our daughter she hath not appeared before the roman nor to us hath tendered the duty of the day she looks us like a thing more made of malice than of duty we have noted it call her before us for we have been too slight in sufferance exit an attendant

royal sir since the exile of posthumous most retired hath her life been the cure whereof my lord tis time must do beseech your majesty forbear sharp speeches to her she's a lady so tender of rebukes that words are strokes and strokes death to her re-enter attendant

where is she sir how can her contempt be answered please you sir her chambers are all locked and there's no answer that will be given to the loudest of noise we make my lord when last i went to visit her she prayed me to excuse her keeping close whereto constrained by her infirmity she should that duty leave unpaid to you which daily she was bound to proffer

this she wished me to make known but our great court made me to blame in memory the doors locked not seen of late grant heavens that which i feel prove false exit son i say follow the king that man of hers pisonio her old servant i've not seen these two days exit

pisanio thou that stand so for posthumous he hath a drug of mine i pray his absence proceed by swallowing that for he believes it is a thing most precious but for her where is she gone haply despair hath seized her or winged with fervour of her love she's flown to her desired posthumous

gone she is to death or to dishonour and my end can make good use of either she being down i have the placing of the british crown re-enter clotan how now my son clotan she is flagged go in and cheer the king he rages none there

queen aside all the better may this night forestall him of the coming day exit ah love and date her for she's fair and royal and that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite than lady ladies woman from every one the best she hath

and she of all compounded outsells them all a lover therefore but disdaining me and throwing favours on the low posthumous slanders so a judgment that what's else rare is choked and in that point i will conclude to hate her nay indeed to be revenged

for one fool shall enter pisanio who is here what are ye begging sirrah come hither ha ha ha you a precious pander bullen where is thy lady in a wood or else thou art straightway with the fiends oh good my lord

where is thy lady oh ho ho ho o pardipita i will not ask again close villain half of this secret from the heart rep thy heart to find it is she with posthumus removes so many weights of baseness cannot a dram of worth be drawn alas my lord how can she be with him when was she miss'd he is in rome

where is she sir come nearer oh no further halting satisfy me hum what is become of her oh my all-worthy lord all-worthy villain

discover where thy mistress is at once of the next word no more of worthy lord speak or thy silence on the instant is thy condemnation and thy death then sir this paper is the history of my knowledge touching her flight presenting a letter let's see it i will pursue her even to augusta's throne pisano aside or this or perish

she is far enough and what he learns by this may prove his travel not her danger i'll write to my lord she's dead o imogen safe mayest thou wander safe return again sirrah is this letter true sir as i think it is boss jimmas hand i know it sirrah if thou wouldst not beat a villain for demetrius service

undergo those employments wherein i should have cause to use thee with a serious industry that is what villainy soe'er i bid thee do to perform it directly and truly i would think thee an honest man thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment well my good lord wilt thou serve me

for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar posthumous thou canst not in the cause of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine wilt thou serve me sir i will give me thy hand here's my purse hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession i have my lord at my lodgings the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady a mistress

the first service thou dost make fetch that suit hither let it be thy first service go i shall my lord exit meet thee at milford haven i forgot to ask him one thing i remember it anon even there thou villain posthumous will i kill thee i would these garments were come she said upon a time

the bitterness of it unappel'd from my heart the cheater held the buried diamond of posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person together with the adornment of my qualities with that suit upon my back will i ravish her first to him and in her eyes there shall she see my valour which shall then be a torment to her contempt

he on the ground my speech of insultment ended on his dead body to the court i'll knock her back foot her home again she hath despised me rejoicingly and i'll be merry in my revenge re-enter pisanio with the clothes pisanio be those the garments pisanio ay my noble lord pisanio how long is it since she went to milford abeham pisanio she can scarce be there yet

bring this apparel to my chamber that is the second thing that i have commanded thee the third is that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design be but duteous and true proponent shall tender itself to thee my revenge is now at milford would i had wings to follow it come and be true

thou bidst me to my loss for true to thee were to prove false which i will never be to him that is most true to milford go and find not her whom thou pursuest flow flow you heavenly blessings on her this fool's speed be cross'd with slowness labour be his meed exit scene six

wales before the cave of belarius enter imogen in boy's clothes i see a man's life is a tedious one i have tired myself and for two nights together have made the ground my bed i should be sick but that my resolution helps me milford when from the mountain-top pisano showed thee thou wast within a ken

o jove i think foundations fly the wretched such i mean where they should be relieved two beggars told me i could not miss my way will poor folks lie that have afflictions on them knowing tis a punishment or trial yes no wonder when which ones scarce tell true

to lapse in fulness is sorer than to lie for need and falsehood is worse in kings than beggars my dear lord thou art one of the false ones now i think on thee my hunger's gone but even before i was at point to sink for food but what is this here is a path to it tis some savage hold

i will best not call i dare not call yet famine ere clean it overthrow nature makes it valiant plenty and peace breeds cowards hardness ever of hardiness is mother ho who's here if anything that's civil speak if savage take or lend no answer then i'll enter

best draw my sword and if mine enemy but fear the sword like me he'll scarcely look on it such a foe good heavens exit to the cave enter bellarius guiderius and arviragus you polydore have proved best woodman and are master of the feast cadwal and i will play the cook and servant tis our match the sweat of industry would dry and die but for the end it works too

come our stomachs will make what's homely savoury weariness can snore upon the flint when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard now peace be here poor house that keep'st thyself i am thrully weary i am weak with toil yet strong in appetite there is cold meat i the cave we'll browse on that whilst what we have killed be cooked

valerius looking into the cave stay come not in but that it eats our victuals i should think here were a fairy what's the matter sir by jupiter an angel or if not an earthly paragon behold divinest no elder than a boy re-enter imogen

good masters harm me not before i entered here i called and thought to have begged or bought what i have took good troth i have stole naught nor would not though i had found gold strewed in the floor here's money for my meat i would have left it on the board so soon as i had made my meal and parted with prayers for the provider money youth

all gold and silver rather turn to dirt as tis no better reckoned but of those who worship dirty gods i see you're angry no if you kill me for my fault i should have died had i not made it

whither bound to milford haven what's your name fidele sir i have a kinsman who is bound for italy he embarked at milford to whom being going almost spent with hunger i am fallen in this offence pretty fair youth think us no churls nor measure our good minds by this rude place we live in well encountered

tis almost night you shall have better cheer ere you depart and thanks to stay and eat it boys bid him welcome where you were woman youth i should woo hard but be your groom in honesty i bid for you as i do by i'll make it my comfort he is a man i love him as my brother and such a welcome as i'd give to him after long absence such is yours most welcome i'll be spright before you fall mongst friends

mongst friends if brothers would it had been so that they had been my father's sons then had my price been less and so more equal ballasting to thee posthumous he rings at some distress would i could freight are i whate'er it be what pain it cost what danger gods hark boys whispering

great men that had a court no bigger than this cave that did attend themselves and had the virtue which their own conscience sealed them laying by that nothing gift of differing multitudes could not outpeer these twain pardon me gods i change my sex to be companion with them since leonatus falls leonatus it shall be so

boys we'll go dress our hunt fair youth come in discourse is heavy fasting when we have supped we'll mannerly demand thee of thy story so far as thou wilt speak it pray draw near the knight to the owl and morn to the lark less welcome thanks sir i pray draw near exeunt scene seven rome a public place

enter to senators and tribunes this is the tenor of the emperor's writ that since the common men are now in action against the penorians and dalmatians and that the legions now in galia are full weak to undertake our wars against the fallen out-britons that we do incite the gentry to this business he creates lucius proconsul and to you the tribunes for this immediate levy he commends his absolute commission

long live caesar is lucius a general of the forces a remaining now in gallia with those legions which i have spoke of whereunto your levy must be suppliant the words of your commission will tie you to the numbers in the time of their dispatch we will discharge our duty exeunt act

ACT IV SEEN I Wales, near the cave of Balerius. Enter Clotten. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly.

how fit his garment served me why should his mistress who was made by him that made the tailor not be fit too the rather saving reverence of the word for tis said a woman's fitness comes therein i must play the workman i dare speak it to myself

for it is not vainglory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber i mean the lines of my body are as well drawn as his

no less young more strong not beneath him in fortunes beyond him in the advantage of the time above him in birth alike conversant in general services and more remarkable in single oppositions yet this imperturbable thing loves him in my

what mortality is posthumous thy head which now is growing upon thy shoulders shall within this hour be off thy mistress in force thy garments cut to pieces before thy face and all this done spurn her home to her father who may

be a little angry for my so rough usage but my mother having power of his testiness shall turn all into my commendations my horse is tied up safe out sawed and to a sore purpose fortune put them into my hand

This is the very description of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. Exit. Scene 2. Before the cave of Balerius. Enter, from the cave, Balerius, Gwydarius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Balerius to Imogen. You are not well. Remain here in the cave. We'll come to you after hunting. Brother, stay here.

are we not brothers so man and man should be but clay and clay differs in dignity whose dust is both alike i am very sick go you to hunting i'll abide with him so sick i am not yet i am not well but not so citizen or wanton as to seem to die ere sick so please you leave me stick to your journal course the breach of custom is breach of all

i am ill but your being by me cannot amend me society is no comfort to one not sociable i am not very sick since i can reason of it pray you trust me here i'll rob none but myself and let me die stealing so poorly i love thee i have spoke it how much the quantity the weight as much as i do love my father what how how

if it be sin to say so sir i yoke me and my good brother's world i know not why i love this youth and i have heard you say love's reasons without reason the bier at door and a demand to which shall die i'd say my father not this youth o noble strain o worthiness of nature breed of greatness cowards father cowards and base things sire base nature hath meal and brand contempt and grace

i'm not their father yet who this should be doth miracle itself loved before me tis the ninth hour of the morn brother farewell i wish you sport you health so please you sir these are kind creatures gods what lies i have heard our courtiers say all savage but at court experience o thou disprovest report

the imperious seas breed monsters for the dish pour tributary rivers as sweet fish i am sick still heartsick pisanio i'll no taste of thy drug i could not stir him he said he was gentle but unfortunate dishonestly afflicted but yet honest thus did he answer me yet sad hereafter i might no more to the field to the field

we leave you for this time go in and rest we'll not be long away pray be not sick for you must be our housewife well or ill i am bound to you and shalt be ever exit imogen to the cave this youth howe'er distressed appears he hath had good ancestors how angel-like he sings but his neat cookery

he cut our roots and characters and sauced our broths as juno had been sick and he her dieter nobly he yokes a smiling with a sigh as if the sigh was that it was for not being such a smile the smile mocking the sigh that it would fly from so divine a temple to comex with winds that sailors rail at i do note that grief and patience rooted in him both mingle their spurs together

grow patient and let the stinking elder grief untwine his perishing root with the increasing vine it is great morning come away who's there enter cloten i cannot find those renegades that villain hath mocked me i am fain those renegades means ye not us i partly know him tis cloten the son of the queen

i fear some ambush i saw him not these many years and yet i know tis he we are held as outclothes hence he is but one you and my brother search what companies are near pray you away let me alone with him exeunt bellarius and arviragus so what are you that fly me thus some villain mountaineers i have heard of such what slave are thou

a thing more slavish did i ne'er than answering a slave without a knock thou art a robber a load-breaker a villain ye'll be to who to thee what art thou have not i an arm as big as thine a heart as big thy words i grant are bigger for i wear not my dagger in my mouth see what thou art why i should yield to thee

thou villain baize know'st me not for my clothes no nor thy tailor rascal who is thy grandfather he made those clothes which as it seems make thee thou precious bollock my tailor made them not hence then and thank the man that gave them thee thou art some fool i am loth to bate thee

thou injurious thief here but my name and tremble what's thy name clotten thou villain clotten thou double villain be thy name i cannot tremble at it were it toad or adder spider twould move me sooner

to thy further fear nay to thy mere confusion thou shalt know i am son to the queen i am sorry for't not seeming so worthy as thy birth art not afeard those that i reverence those i fear the wise at fools i laugh not fear them die the death

when i have slain thee with my proper hand i'll follow those that e'en now fled hence and on the gates of lud's town set your head ye old rustic mountaineer exeunt fighting re-enter belarius and arviragus belarius no companies abroad exeunt none in the world you did mistake him

i cannot tell long is it since i saw him but time hath nothing blurred those lines of favour which then he wore the snatches in his voice and bursts of speaking were as his i am absolute twas very in this place we left them i wish my brother made good time with him he'll say he is so foul

being scarce made up i mean to man he had not apprehension of roaring terrors for the effect of judgment is oft the cause of fear but see thy brother re-enter guiderius with clotin's head this clotin was a fool an empty purse there was no money in it not hercules could have knocked out his brains for he had none

yet i not doing this the fool had borne my head as i do his what hast thou done i am perfect what cut off one clottin's head son to the queen after his own report

who called me traitor mountaineer and swore with his own single hand he'd take us in displace our heads where thank the gods they grow and set them on ludstown we are all undone why worthy father what have we to lose but that he swore to take our lives the law protects not us then why should we be tender to let an arrogant piece of flesh

"'play judge and executioner all himself, for we do fear the law. "'What company discover you abroad?' "'No single soul can we set eye on, but in all safe reason he must have some attendance, "'though his humour was nothing but mutation, aye, and that from one bad thing to worse. "'Not frenzy, not absolute madness could so far have raved to bring him here alone.'

although perhaps it may be heard at court that such as we cave here hunt here are outlaws and in time may make some stronger head the which he hearing as it is like him might break out and swear he'll fetch us in

yet is not probable to come alone either he so undertaking or they so suffering then on good ground we fear if we do fear this body hath a tail more perilous than the head let ordinance come as the gods foresay it howsoe'er my brother hath done well i had no mind to hunt this day the boy fidelis sickness did make my way long forth

with his own sword which he did wave against my throat i have taken his head from him i'll throw it into the creek behind our rock and let it to the sea and tell the fishes he is the queen's son clarton that's all i reckon exit i fear twill be revenged would polydore thou hadst not done't though valour becomes thee well enough

would i had done it so the revenge alone pursued me polydore i love thee brotherly but envy much thou hast robbed me of this deed i would revenges that possible strength might meet would seek us through and put us to our answer well tis done we'll hunt no more to-day nor seek for danger where there's no profit

i prithee to our rock you and fidel play the cooks i'll stay till hasty polydore returns and bring him to dinner presently fidel i'll willingly to him to gain his colour i'd let her perish of such cloten's blood and praise myself for charity exit fidel o thou goddess thou divine nature how thyself thou blazonest in these two princely boys

they are as gentle as zephyrs blowing below the violet not wagging his sweet head and yet as rough their royal blood in chaff does the rudest wind that by the top doth take the mountain pine and make him stoop to the vale tis wonder that an invisible instinct should frame them to royalty unlearned honour untaught

civility not seen from other valour that wildly grows in them but yields a crop as if it had been sowed yet still it's strange what clotin's being here to us portends or what his death will bring us re-enter where's my brother i have sent claten's clap-pole down the stream an embassy to his mother his body is hostage for his return solemn music

my ingenious instrument hark polydore it sounds but what occasion hath cadwal now to give it motion hark is he at home he went hence even now what does he mean since death of my dearest mother they did not speak before all solemn things should answer solemn accidents the matter triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys is jollity for apes and grief for boys is cadwal mad

re-enter arviragus with imogen as stead bearing her in his arms look here he comes and brings the dire occasion in his arms of what we blame him for the bird he is dead that we have made so much on i had rather have skipped from sixteen years of age to sixty to have turned my leaping time into a crutch than have seen this o sweetest fairest lily

my brother wears thee not the one half so well as when thou grew'st thyself o melancholy whoever yet could sound thy bottom find the ooze to show what coast thy sluggish cre might easiest a harbour in thou blessed thing jove knows what man thou must have made but i thou died'st a most rare boy of melancholy how found you him

stark as you see thus smiling as some fly a tickled slumber not as death's dart being laughed at his right cheek reposing on the cushion where o the floor his arms thus lead i thought he slept and put my clouted brogues from up my feet whose rudeness answered my steps too loud why he but sleeps if he be gone he'll make his grave a bed

with female fairies will his tomb be haunted and worms will not come to thee with fairest flowers whilst summer lasts and i live here fidelity i'll sweeten thy sad grave thou shalt not lack the flower that's like thy face pale primrose nor the asiat hair-bell like thy vein no nor the leaf of eglantine whom not to slander out sweetened not thy breath

the ruddock wood with charitable bill o bill so shaming those rich left heirs that let their fathers lie without a monument bring thee all this yea and furred moss besides when flowers are none to winter ground thy course have done and do not play in wench-like words with that which is so serious let us bury him and not protract with admiration what is now due debt

to the grave caw say where shall slay him caw my good euryphyle our mother euryphyle be it so and let us polydore thou know our voices have got the mannish track sing him to the ground as once our mother used like note and word save that euryphyle must be fidelity caw i cannot sing i'll weep and word it with thee

for knots of sorrow out of tomb are worse than priests and fains that lie we'll speak at them great griefs i see medicine the less for croton is quite forgotten he was a queen's son boys and though he came our enemy remember he was paid for that

though mean and mighty rotting together have won dust yet reverence that angel of the world doth make distinction of place between high and low our foe was princely and though you took his life as being our foe yet bury him as a prince sir lear pray you fetch him hither there cities his body is as good as ajax's when neither are alive sir lear if you go fetch him

we'll say our song the while for the begin exit belarius belarius nay codwell i must lay his head to the east my father hath a reason for't it's true come on then and remove him so begin fear no more the heat of the sun nor the furious winter's rages thou thy worldly task hast done home art gone and ta'en thy wages

golden lads and girls all must as chimney-sweepers come to dust fear no more the frown of the great thou art past the tyrant's stroke care no more to clothe and eat to thee the reed is as the oaf the sceptre learning physic must all follow this and come to dust fear no more the lightning flash nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone

fear not slander sense your rash thou hast finished joy and moan all lovers young all lovers must consign to thee and come to dust no exerciser harm thee nor no witchcraft charm thee ghost unlaid forbear thee nothing ill come near thee quiet consummation have and renown it be thy grave

re-enter belarius with the body of clotten we have done our obsequies come lay him down here's a few flowers but bout midnight more the herbs that have on them cold dew o the night are strewings fittest for graves upon their faces you are as flowers now withered even so these herblet shall which we upon you sthrow come on away

apart upon your knees the ground that gave them thirst has them again their pleasures here are past so is their pain exeunt belarius guiderius and arviragus imogen awaking yes sir to milford haven which is the way i thank you by yond bush pray how far thither asks pitikins can it be six mile yet

i have gone all night faith i'll lie down and sleep but soft no bedfellow o gods and goddesses seeing the body of clotten these flowers are like the pleasures of the world this bloody man the care on it oh i hope i dream

for so i thought i was a cave-keeper and cook to honest creatures but tis not so twas but a bold of nothing shot at nothing which the brain makes of fumes our very eyes are sometimes like our judgments blind

good faith i tremble still with fear but if there be yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity as a wren's eye feared god's a part of it the dream's here still even when i wake it is without me as within me not imagined felt

a headless man the garments of posthumus i know the shape of his leg this is his hand his foot mercurial his martial thigh the bronze of hercules but his jovial face murder in heaven how tis gone

pisanio all curses maded hecuba gave the greeks and mine to boot be darted on thee thou conspired with that irregulous devil clotten hast here cut off my lord to write and read be henceforth treacherous damn pisanio hath with his forged letters damn pisanio from this most bravest vessel of the world struck the main top

oh posthumous alas where is thy head where's that he where is that pisanio might have killed the atahart and left his head on how should this be pisanio tis he and clotan melis and lucca in them have laid this woe here

oh this pregnant pregnant the drug he gave me which he said was precious and cordial to me have i not found it murderous to the senses that confirms it home this is pisanio's deed and clotan's oh give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood that we the horrid are may seem to those which chance to find us oh my lord my lord

falls on the body and talusius a captain and other officers and a soothsayer to them the legions garrisoned in gallia after your will have crossed the sea attending you here at milford haven with your ships they are in readiness but what from rome the senate hath stirred up the confiners and gentlemen of italy's most willing spirit that promised noble service and they come under the conduct of bold iachimo siena's brother when expect ye them

would the next benefit of the wind this fallenness makes our hopes fair command our prison numbers be mustered bid the captains look to it now sir what have you dreamed of late of this war's purpose last night the very gods showed me a vision i fast and prayed for their intelligence

thus i saw jove's bird the roman eagle winged from the spongy south to this part of the west there vanished in the sunbeams which portends unless my sins abuse my divination success to the roman host dream oft and so and never false soft

while trunk is here without his top the ruin speaks that sometime it was a worthy building oh a page or dead or sleeping on him but dead rather for nature doth abhor to make his bed for the defunct will sleep upon the dead let's see the boy's face he's alive my lord he'll then instruct us of this body young one

inform us of thy fortunes for it seems they crave to be demanded who is this thou makest thy bloody pillow who was he that otherwise a noble nature did hath altered that good picture what's thy interest in this sad wreck how came it who is it what art thou i am nothing or if not nothing to be were better

this was my master a very valiant briton and a good that here by mountaineers lies slain alas there is no more such masters i may wander from east to occident cry out for service try many all good serve truly never find such another master ah good youth how movest no less with thy complaining than thy master and leading

say his name good friend richard duchamp if i do lie and do no harm by it though the gods hear i hope they'll pardon it say you sir richard duchamp thy name fidele sir thou dost approve thyself the very same thy name well fits thy faith thy faith thy name will take thy chance with me i will not say thou shalt be so well mastered but be sure no less beloved

The Roman emperors let us send by a consul to me. Should not sooner than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.

I'll follow, sir. But first, and please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep as these poor pickaxes can dig. And when with wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strewed his grave, and on it said a century of prayers, such as I can, twice over, I'll weep and sigh. And leaving so his service, follow you. So please you entertain me. Ay, good youth!

and rather farther thee than master thee my friends the boy has taught us manly duties let us find out the prettiest daisied plot we can and make him with our pikes and partisans a grave come arm him boy he is preferred by thetars and he shall be interred as soldiers can be cheerful wipe thine eyes some falls are means the happier to arise

exeunt scene three a room in cimberlain's palace enter cimberlain lords pisanio and attendants again and bring me word how tis with her exit an attendant a fever with the absence of her son a madness of which her life's in danger heavens how deeply you at once do touch me imagine the great part of my comfort gone

my queen upon a desperate bed and in a time when fearful wars point at me her son gone so needful for this present it strikes me past the hope of comfort but for thee fellow who needs must know of her departure and dost seem so ignorant will enforce it from thee by a sharp torture

sir my life is yours i humbly set it at your will but for my mistress i nothing know where she remains why gone nor when she purposes return beseech your highness hold me your loyal servant good my liege the day that she was missing he was here i dare be bound he is true and shall perform all parts of his subjection loyally

for glarton there wants no diligence in seeking him and will no doubt be found the time is troublesome to pisanio we'll slip you for a season but our jealousy does yet depend sir please your majesty the roman legions are from gallia drawn are landed on your coast with a supply of roman gentlemen by the senate sent now for the counsel of my son and queen

i am amazed with matter good my liege your preparation can affront no less than what you hear of come more for more you're ready the wand is but to put those powers in motion that long to move i thank you let's withdraw and meet the time as it seeks us we fear not what can from italy annoy us but we grieve at chances here away exeunt all but pisano

i heard no letter from my master since i wrote him imogen was slain tis strange nor hear i from my mistress who did promise to yield me often tidings neither know i what is betide to cloten but remain perplexed in all the heaven still must work wherein i am false i am honest not true to be true

these present wars shall find i love my country even to the note o the king or our fall in them all other doubts by time let them be cleared fortune brings in some boats that are not steered exit scene four wales before the cave of belarius enter belarius guiderius and arviragus the noise is round about us

let us from it what pleasure sir find we in life to lock it from action and adventure nay what hope have we in hiding us this way the romans must o'er for britons slay us or receive us for barbarous and unnatural revolts during their use and slay us after

sons we'll hire to the mountains there secure us to the king's party there's no going newness of cloten's death we being not known not mustered among the bands may drive us to a render where we have lived and so extort from that which we have done whose answer would be death drawn on with torture

this is sir a doubt in such a time nothing becoming you nor satisfying us it is not likely that when they hear the roman horse's name behold their courted fires above their eyes and ears so clad importantly as now that they will waste their time upon our note to know from whence we are

or i am known of many in the army many years though cloten then but young you see not wore him from my remembrance and besides the king hath not deserved my service nor your loves

who find in my exile a want of breeding the certainty of this hard life i hopeless to have the courtesy your cradle promised but to be still hot summer's tanlings and the shrinking slaves of winter than be so better to cease to be pray sir to the army i and my brother are not known yourselves so out of thought and thereto so o'ergrown cannot be questioned

by this sun that shines i e'er thither what thing is it that i never did see man die scarce ever looked on blood but that of coward hairs hot goats and venison never be strayed a horse save one that had a rider like myself who ne'er wore a rowel nor iron on his heel i am ashamed to look upon the holy sun to have the benefit of his blessed beams remaining so long afore unknown

by heavens i'll go if you will bless me sir and give me leave i'll take the better care but if you will not the hazard therefore do fall on me by the hands of romans so say i amen no reason ay since of your lives you set so slight a valuation should reserve my crackd one to more care

have with you boys if in your country wars you chance to die that is my bed too lads and there i'll lie lead aside the time seems long their blood thinks scorn till it fly out and shows them princes born

Act V. Scene I. Britain. The Roman camp. Enter Posthumus with a bloody handkerchief. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wished thou shouldst be coloured thus.

You married once. If each of you should take this course, how many must murder wives much better than themselves for rying but a little? Oh, Pisanio, every good servant does not all commands. No bond but to do just ones. If you should have taken vengeance on my faults, I never had lived to put on this.

so had you saved the noble imogen to repent and struck me wretch more worth your vengeance but alack you snatch some hence for little faults that's love to have them fall no more you some permit to second ills with ills each elder worse and make them dread it to the doer's thrift but imogen is your own do your best wills and make me blessed to obey

i am brought hither among the italian gentry and to fight against my lady's kingdom tis enough that britain i have killed thy mistress peace i'll give no wound to thee therefore good heavens hear patiently my purpose i'll disrobe me of these italian weeds and suit myself as does a britain peasant so i'll fight against the part i come with so i'll die for thee o imogen

even for whom my life is every breath a death and thus unknown pitied nor hated to the face of peril myself i'll dedicate let me make men know more valiant me than my habits show gods put the strength of the leonati in me to shame the guise of the world i will begin the fashion less without and more within exit scene two

field of battle between the british and roman camps enter from one side lucius jacimo and the roman army from the other side the british army leonatus posthumus following like a poor soldier they march over and go out then enter again in skirmish jacimo and posthumus he vanquishes and disarmeth jacimo and then leaves him

the heaviness and guilt within my bosom takes off my manhood i have belied a lady the princess of this country and the air on it revengingly enfeebles me how could this cow a very judge of natures have subdued me in my profession

knighthoods and honours born as i wear mine are titles but of scorn if that thy gentry britain go before this lout as he exceeds our lords the odds is that we scarce are men and you are gods exit the battle continues the britons fly cymbeline is taken then enter to his rescue belarius guiderius and arviragus

stand we have the advantage of the ground the lane is guarded nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears stand stand and fight re-enter posthumus and seconds the britons they rescue cymbeline and exiland then re-enter lucius and iachimo with imogen away boy from the troops and save thyself

for friends kill friends and the disoir is such as war would have winked just our fresh supplies here the day turns strangely o'er times let's reinforce or fly scene three another part of the field enter posthumus and the british lord camest thou from where they made the stand i did though you it seems come from the flyers i did

no blame be to you sir for all was lost but that the heavens fought the king himself of his wings destitute the army broken and but the backs of britain seen all flying through a straight lane the enemy full-hearted lolling the tongue with slaughtering having work more plentiful than tools to do it struck down some mortally some slightly touched

some falling merely through fear that the straight pass was damned with dead men hurt behind and cowards living to die with length and shame where was this lane close by the battle ditched and walled with turf which gave advantage to an ancient soldier an honest one i warrant who deserved so long a breeding as his white beard came to in doing this for his country

athwart the lane he with two striplings lads more like to run the country base than to commit such slaughter with faces fit for masks or rather fairer than those for preservation cased of shame made good the passage cried to those that fled ah britain's hearts die flying not our men to darkness fleet souls that fly backwards

stand or we are romans and will give you that like beasts which you shun beastly and may save but to look back and frown stand stand these three three thousand confident in act as many for three performers are the file when all the rest do nothing with this word stand stand

accommodated by the place more charming with their own nobleness which could have turned a distaff to a lance gilded bale looked part shame part spirit renewed that some turned coward but by example oh a sin in war damned in the first beginners gan to look the way that they did and to grin like lions upon the pikes of the hunters

then began a stop at the chaser a retire and on a rout confusion thick forthwith they fly chickens the way which they stooped eagles slaves the strides they victors made and now our cowards like fragments and hard voyagers became the life of the need having found the back door open of the unguarded hut heavens how they wound some slain before some dying

some their friends o'erborne in the former wave ten chased by one are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty those that would die or e'er resist are grown the mortal bugs of the field this was strange chant a narrow lame an old man and two boys nay do not wonder at it you are made rather to wonder at the things you hear than to work any will you rhyme upon't and vent it for a mockery

here is one two boys an old man twice a boy a lane preserve the britons was the romans vain nay be not angry sir lack to what end who dares not stand his foe i'll be his friend for if he'll do as he is made to do i know he'll quickly fly my friendship too you have put me into rhyme farewell you're angry exit still going this is a lord

her noble misery to be i the field and ask what news of me to-day how many would have given their honours to have saved their carcasses took heel to do it and yet died too in mine own world charmed could not find death where i did hear him groan nor feel him where he struck being an ugly monster tis strange he hides em in fresh cups soft beds sweet words

W'reth more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war, I will fight him. For, being now a favourer to the Briton, No more a Briton, I have resumed again the part I came in. Fight I will no more, but yield me To the veriest hind that shall once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is, here made by the Roman, Great the answer we Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death. On either side I come to spend my breath.

which neither here i'll keep nor bear again but end it by some means for imogen enter two british captains and soldiers great jupiter be praised lucius is taken tis thought the old man and his sons were angels there was a fourth man in a silly habit that gave the affront with them so tis reported but none of em can be found stand who's there

a roman who had not now been drooping here if seconds had answered him lay hands on him a dog a leg of rome shall not return to tell what crows have pecked him here he brags his service as if he were of note bring him to the king

enter cimbelin belarius guiderius arviragus pisagno soldiers attendants and roman captives the captains present posthumus to cimbelin who delivers him over to a jailer then exeunt omnes scene four a british prison enter posthumus and two jailers you shall not now be stolen you have locks upon you

so grace as you find pasture nay or his stomach exeunt jaius most welcome bondage for thou art away i think to liberty yet am i better than one that's sick of the gout since he had rather groan so in perpetuity than be cured by the sure physician death who is the key to unbar these locks my conscience

thou art fettered more than my shanks and wrists you good gods give me the penitent instrument to pick that boat then free for ever is it enough i am sorry so children temporal fathers do appease gods are more full of mercy must i repent i cannot do it better than in jives desired more than constrained to satisfy

if of my freedom tis the main part take no stricter end of me than my all i know you are more clement than vile men who of their broken debtors take a third a sixth a tenth letting them thrive again on their abatement that's not my desire for imogen's dear life take mine and though tis not so dear yet tis a life you coined it

between man and man they weigh not every stamp though light take pieces for the figure's sake you rather mine being yours and so great powers if you will take this audit take this life and cancel these cold bonds oh imogen i'll speak to thee in silence

solemn music enter as in an apparition caecilius leonatus father to posthumus an old man attired like a warrior leading in his hand an ancient matron his wife and mother to posthumus with music before them then after some music follow the two young leonati brothers to posthumus with wounds as they died in the wars

they circle posthumous round as he lies sleeping no more thou thunder-master show thy spite on mortal flies with mards fall out with juno chide that thy idolatrous rapes and revenges hath my poor boy done aught but well whose face i never saw i died whilst in the womb he stayed

attending nature's law. Whose father then, as men report, thou awful father art, thou shouldst have been and shielded him from this earth-vexing smart. Calusino let not me a hay, but took me in my trows. That crumbly one lost human's rep, came crying amongst his foes, a thing of pity. Great nature,

Like his ancestry moulded the stuff so fair, That he deserved the praise of the world as great Cecilius' heir. When once he was mature for man, in Britain where was he, That could stand up as merriment or fruitful object be, An eye of imagery that best could do his dignity?

With marriage, wherefore was he mocked? To be exiled and thrown from the unnurtied seat, and cast from out his dearest one sweet, Imogen? Why did you suffer, Iacobo, slight thing of Italy, to taint his nobler heart and brain with evil's jealousy, and to become the geck and scorn of the other's villainy?

For this, from stiller seats we came, our parents and us quake. That striking in our country's cause fell crazily and was slain. Our beauty and an anti-us right with honor to maintain. Like hard-earned portions hath dissembling before. Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, why hast thou thus adjured the gracious for his merit do?

Being on to Dermoth's tournament. Thy crystal window open, look out! No longer exercise Upon a valiant race thy harsh and potent injuries. Send Jupiter her son, he's good. Take off his miseries. Peep through thy marble mansion, help, Or we poor ghosts will cry To the shining synod of the rest.

Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle. He throws a thunderbolt. The ghosts fall on their knees. Hush!

How, dain, ghosts accuse the Thundera, Who spurt, you know, sky-planted battles On the rebelling coast. Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, And rest on your never-withering banks of flowers, Be not with mortal accidents oppressed, No care of your sins, you know, 'tis ours.

Whom best I love, I cross, to make my gift the more laid, delighted. Be content, your lowly son our God will uplift. His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth, and in our temple was he married. Rise and fade, he shall be lord of the iniquity, and happier march by his affliction laid. This heaven lay upon his breast, wherein our pleasure is full fortune not confined. And so, away!

no further with your dim expressive patience lest you stir up my mount eagle to my palace crystalline he came in thunder his celestial breath was sulfurous to smell the holy eagle stooped as two-foot us

His ascension is more sweet than our blessed fields. His royal bird prunes the immortal wing and ploys his beak as when his god is pleased. The marble pavement closes. He is entered. His radiant youth away and blessed.

let us with care perform his great quest sleep thou hast been a grandsire and begot a father to me and thou hast created a mother and two brothers but o scorn

they went hence so soon as they were born and so i am awake poor wretches that depend on greatness favour dream as i have done wake and find nothing but alas i swerve many dream not to find neither deserve and yet are steeped in favours so am i that have this golden chance and know not why what fairies haunt this ground a book be not

as is our fangled world, a garment nobler than that it covers. Let thy effects so follow to be most unlike our courtiers, as good as promise. Reads. When has, a lion's web shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, then be embraced by a piece of tender air, and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years,

shall after revive be jointed to the old stock and freshly grow then shall posthumous end his miseries britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty tis still a dream or else such stuff as madmen tongue and brain not either both are nothing or senseless speaking or is speaking such as sense cannot untie be what it is the action of my life is like it which i'll keep

if but for sympathy. LADY MACMILLAN. Re-enter Jailers. Come, sir, be ready for death. LADY MACMILLAN. Over-roasted are ready long ago. LADY MACMILLAN. Hanging is the word, sir. If you be ready for death, you are well cooked. LADY MACMILLAN. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.

a heavy reckoning for you sir but the comfort is you shall be called to no more payments fear no more tavern bills which are often the sadness of parting as the procuring of mirth you come in faint for want of meat depart reeling with too much drink

sorry that you have paid too much and sorry that you are paid too much purse and brain both empty the brain the heavier for being too light the purse too light being drawn of heaviness of this contradiction you shall now be quit o the charity of a penny-cord

it sums up thousands in a trice you have no true debitor and creditor but it of what's past is and to come the discharge your next sir is pen book and counters so the acquittance follows i am merrier to thy than thou art to live

indeed sir he that sleeps feels not the toothache but a man that were to sleep your sleep and the hangman to help him to bed i think he would change places with his officer for look you sir you know not which way you shall go yes indeed do i

your death has eyes in his head then i have not seen him so pictured you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know or to take upon yourself that which i am sure you do not know or jump the after inquiry on your own peril and how you shall speed in your journey's end i'll think you'll never return to tell one

i tell thee fellow there are none want eyes to direct them the way i am going but such as wink and will not use them what an infinite mock is this that a man should have the best of eyes to see the way of blindness i am sure hanging's the way of winking enter messenger knock off his manacles bring your prisoner to the king thou bring'st good news

i am called to be made free i'll be hanged then thou shalt be then freer than a jailer no boats for the dead exeunt all but the first jailer unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets i never saw one so prone yet on my conscience there are various knaves desire to live for all he be a roman

and there be some of them too that die against their wills so should i if i were one why would we were all of one mind and one mind good there were desolation of jailers and gallowses i speak against my present profit but my wish hath a preferment in it

Scene 5, Cymbeline's Tent Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Gwiderius, Arviragus, Pisano, lords, officers, and attendants. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart that the poor soldier that so richly fought, whose rag-shamed, gilded arms, whose naked breast stepped before targes of proof,

cannot be found he shall be happy that can find him if our grace can make him so i never saw such noble fury in so poor a thing such precious deeds in one that promised naught but beggary and poor looks no tidings of him he hath been searched among the dead and the living but no trace of him to my grief i am the heir of his reward

to belarius squidarius and arviragus which i will add to you the liver heart and brain of britain by whom i grant she lived tis now the time to ask of whence you art reported sir in cambria are we born and gentlemen further to boast were neither true nor modest unless i add we are honest bow your knees

arise my knights of the battle i create you companions to our person and will fit you with dignities becoming your estates enter cornelius and ladies there's business in these faces why so sadly greet you a victory you look like romans and not of the court of britain king to sorrow your happiness i must report

the queen is dead who worse than a physician would this report become but i consider by medicine life may be prolonged yet death will seize the doctor too how ended she that horror madly dying like her life which being cruel to the world concluded most cruel to herself

what she confessed i will report to please you these her women contrived me if i err who with their cheeks were present when she finished pretty say first she confessed she never loved you only affected greatness got by you not you married to your royalty was wife to your place aboard your person she alone knew this

and but she spoke it dying i would not believe her lips in opening it proceed your daughter whom she bore in hand to love with such integrity she did confess was as a scorpion to her sight whose life that her flight prevented it she had ta'en off by poison o most delicate fiend who is can read a woman

is the mole more sir and worse if she did confess she had for you a mortal mineral which being took should by the minute feed on life and lingering by inches faced you in which time she purposed by watching weeping tendance kissing to outcome you with her show and in time when she had fitted you with her craft to work her son into the adoption of the crown

but feeling of her end by this strange absence grew shameless desperate opened in despite of heaven and men her purposes repented the evils she had to her not effected so despairing heard you all this o women we did so please your highness my eyes were not in full for she was beautiful mine ears

that heard her flattery nor my heart that thought her like her seeming it had been vicious to have mistrusted her yet o my daughter that it was folly in me thou mayst say and prove it in thy feeling heaven mend all and delucius iachimo the soothsayer and other roman prisoners guarded posthumus behind and imogen

thou com'st not caius now for tribute that the britons have raised out for with the loss of many a bold one whose kinsmen have made suit that their good souls may be appeased with slaughter of you their captives which ourself have granted so think of your estate consider sir the chance of war

the day was yours by accident had it gone with us we should not when the blood was cool have threatened our prisoners with the sword but since the gods will have it thus then nothing but our lives may be called ransom let it come sufficeth a roman where the roman's heart can suffer augustus lives to think on't and so much for my peculiar care this one thing only i will entreat

my boy a briton born let him be ransomed never master had a page so kind so dutious diligent so tender over his occasions true so fit so nurse-like let his virtue join with my request which i'll make bold your highness cannot deny he hath done no briton harm though he have served a roman save him sir

and spare no blood beside i have surely seen him his favour is familiar to me boy thou hast looked thyself into my grace and art mine own i know not why nor wherefore to say live boy ne'er thank thy master and ask of cymbeline what boon thou wilt fitting my bounty and thy state i'll give it

yea though thou do demand a prisoner the noblest ta'en i humbly thank your highness i do not bid thee beg my life good lad and yet i know thou wilt no no alack there's other work in hand i see a thing bitter to me as death your life good master must shuffle for itself the boy disdains me he leaves me

scorns me briefly dire their joys that place among the truth of girls and boys why stands he so perplexed what wouldst thou boy i love thee more and more think more and more what's best to us know'st him thou look'st on speak wilt have him live is he thy kin thy friend

he is a roman no more kin to me than i to your highness who being borne your vessel am something nearer wherefore i asked him so i'll tell you sir in private if you please to give me hearing sir i with all my heart and lend my best attention what's thy name

start my good youth my pain i'll be thy master walk with me speak freely cimberlain and imogen converse apart is not this boy revived from death one sand another nutma resembles that sweet rosy lad who died and was with ellie what think you the same dead thing alive peace peace see further

he eyes us not for bare creatures may be alike weren't he i am sure he would have spoken to us but we saw him dead be silent let's see further pisano aside it is my mistress since she is living let the time run on to good or bad cimberlina and imogen come forward come stand thou by our side make thy demand aloud

to yekimo so step you forth give answer to this boy and do it freely or by our greatness and the grace of it which is our honour bitter torture shall win her the truth from falsehood speak to him my boon is that this gentleman may render of whom he had this ring posthumous aside what's that to him

that diamond upon your finger say how came it yours thou torture me to leave unspoken that which to be spoke would torture thee how me i am glad to be constrained to utter that which torments me to conceal by villainy i got this ring twas dionysus jewel whom thou didst banish and which more may grieve thee as it doth me

a nobler sir ne'er lived took sky and ground wilt thou hear more my lord oh that belongs to this that paragon thy daughter for whom my heart chops blood and my false spirits quail to remember i'll give me leave i faint my daughter what have heard renew thy strength i had rather thou shouldst live while nature will than die ere i hear more strive man and speak upon a time

unhappy was the glut that struck the hour it was in rome accursed the mansion where twas at a feast oh what abbeyance had been poisoned or at least those which i heaved ahead the good posthumous what should i say he was too good to be where ill men were and was the best of all amongst the ravest of good ones sitting sadly hearing us praise our loves of italy

for beauty that made baron the swell boast of him that first could speak for feature laming the shrine of venus or strike pipeman other postures beyond brief nature for condition a shelf of all the qualities that man loves woman for besides that hook of wiving fairness which strikes the eye i stand on fire come to the matter all too soon i shall

unless thou wouldst grieve quickly this posthumous most like a noble lord in love and one that had a royal lover took his hen am not dispraising whom we praise therein he was as calm as virtue he began his mistress picture which by his tongue being made and then a mind put in it

either our brags were correct of kitchen trolls or his description proved us unspeaking sots nay nay to the purpose your daughter's chastity there it begins he spake of her as diane had hot dreams and she alone were called

whereat irech made scruple of his praise and wagered with him pieces of gold gainst this which then he wore upon his honoured finger to attain in suit the place of his bed and win this ring by hers and mine adultery

he true knight no less of her honour confident than i did truly find her stakes this ring and would so had it been a carbuncle of beaver's wheel and might so safely had it been all the worth of his car away to britain post i in this design well may you sir remember me at court where i was taught of your chaste daughter the wide difference twixt amorous and villainous

being thus quench'd of hope not longing my italian brain gam in your duller britain operate most vilely for my bounte'd excellent and to be brief my practice so prevail'd that i return'd with similar proof enough to make the noble leonatus mad by wounding his belief in her renown with tokens thus and thus

of varying notes of chamber hanging pictures this her bracelet how cunning how i got it nay some marks of secret on her person that she could never think a bond of chastity quite crack i having ta'en the forfeit whereupon i see him now posthumus advancing ay say thou dost italian fiend

i me most credulous fool egregious murderer thief anything that's due to all the villains past in being to come oh give me cord or knife or poison some upright justice sir thou king sent out for torturers and genius it is i that all the abhorred things of the earth amend by being worse than they

I am Posthumus that killed thy daughter. Villain-like I lie, that caused a lesser villain than myself, a sacrilegious thief, to do it. The temple of virtue was she, yea, and she herself. Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set the dogs of the street to bay me. Every villain be called Posthumus Leonatus, and be villainy less than t'was.

O Imogen, my queen, my life, my wife, O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen. Peace, my lord, here, here. Shalt have a play of this? Thou scornful page. There lie thy part. Striking her, she falls. O gentlemen, help! Mine and your mistress. O my lord, posthumous, you ne'er killed Imogen till now. Help!

mine honoured lady does the world go round how come they stag us on me wake my mistress if this be so the gods do mean to strike me to death with mortal joy thou fair'st my mistress oh get thee from my sight thou gav'st me poison dangerous fellow hence breathe not where princes are the tune of imogen

lady the gods throw stones of sulphur on me if that box i gave you was not thought by me a precious thing i had it from the queen no matter still it poisoned me o gods i left out one thing which the queen confessed which must approve the honest if bizagno have said she given his mistress that confection which i gave him for

she has served as i would serve a rat what says cornelius the queen sir very oft importuned meat tempered poisons for her still pretending the satisfaction of her knowledge only in killing creatures vile as cats and dogs of no esteem i dreading that her purpose was of more danger did compound for her a certain staff which being taken would cease the present power of life

but in short time all offices of nature should again do their due functions have you taken of it most like i did for i was dead my boys there was our error this is sure fidele why did you throw your wedded lady from you think that you are upon a rock and now throw me again embracing him hang there like fruit my soul till the tree die

oh no my flesh my child what mak'st thou me a dullard in this act wilt thou not speak to me imogen your blessing sir belarius to guiderius and arviragus though you did love this youth i blame ye not you had a motive for't my tears that fall prove holy water on thee imogen thy mother's dead

i am sorry for it my lord clodden oh she was not and long of her it was that we meet here so strangely but her son is gone we know not how nor where my lord now fear is from me i'll speak troth lord clodden upon my lady's missing came to me with his sword drawn foamed the mouth and swore if i discovered not which way she was gone it was my instant death

by accident i had a feigned letter of my master's then in my pocket which directed him to seek her on the mountains near to milford where in a frenzy in my master's garments which he enforced from me away he posts with unchaste purpose and with oath to violate my lady's honour what became of him i further know not let me end the story i slew him there

marry the gods forfend i would not thy good deeds should from my lips pluck a hard sentence pray thee valiant youth deny it again i have spoke it and i did it he was a prince a most incivil one the wrongs he did me were nothing prince-like for he did provoke me with language that would make me spurn the sea if it could so roar to me

i cut off his head and am right glad he is not standing here to tell this tale of mine king i am sorry for thee by thine own tongue thou art condemned and must endure our law thou art dead that headless man i thought had been my lord king bind the offender and take him from our prison stay sir king this man is better than the man he slew

as well descended as thyself and hath more of thee merited than a band of clotins had ever scar for to the guard let his arms alone they were not born for bondage why old soldier wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for by tasting of our wrath how of descent as good as we in that he spake too far and thou shalt die for it

we will die all three but i will prove that two aunts are as good as i have given out to him my sons i must for my own part unfold a dangerous speech though haply well for you your danger's ours and our good his garratit then by leave thou hadst great king a subject who was called belarius belarius what of him he is a banished traitor

he it is that hath assumed this age indeed a banished man i know not how a traitor take him hence the whole world shall not save him not too hot first pay me for the nursing of thy sons and let it be confiscate all so soon as i have received it nursing of my sons

i am too blunt and saucy here's my knee ere i rise i will prefer my sons then spare not the old father mighty sir these two young gentlemen that call me father and think they are my sons and none of mine they are the issue of your loins my liege and blood of your begetting ho my issue so sure as you your father's

"'I, old Morgan, am that Belarius whom you sometime banished. Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment itself, and all my treason. That I suffered was all the harm I did. These gentle princes, for such and so they are, these twenty years have I trained up. Those arts, they have as I could put into them. My breeding was, sir, as your highness knows.'

their nurse eurythrally whom for the theft i wedded stole these children upon my banishment i moved her to it having received the punishment before for that which i did then beaten for loyalty excited me to treason their dear loss the more of you twas felt the more it shaped unto my end of stealing them but gracious sir

here are your sons again and i must lose two of the sweetest companions in the world the benediction of these covering heavens fall on their heads like dew for they are worthy to inlay heaven with stars thou weep'st and speak the service that you three have done is more unlike than this thou tell'st i lost my children if these be they i know not how to wish a pair of worthier sons

be pleased awhile this gentleman whom i call polydore most worthy prince as yours is true giderius this gentleman my cadwal arviragus your younger princely son he sir was lapped in a most curious mantle wrought by the hand of his queen-mother which for more probation i can with ease produce

had upon his neck a mole a sanguine star it was a mark of wonder this is he who hath upon him still that natural stamp it was wise nature's end in the donation to be his evidence now oh what am i a mother to the birth of three ne'er mother rejoiced deliverance more blest pray you be that after this train starting from your orb you may reign in them now

O Imogen, thou hast lost by this a kingdom. No, my lord, I have got two worlds by it. O my gentle brothers, have we thus met? O never say hereafter, but I am truest speaker. You called me brother when I was but your sister. Ay, you brothers, when you were so indeed. Did you air me? Ay, my good lord, nay.

and at first meeting loved continued so until we thought he'd died by the queen's charms she's followed oh rare instinct when shall i hear all through

this fierce abridgment hath to it circumstantial branches which distinction should be rich in where how lived you and when came you to serve our Roman captive how parted with your brothers how first met them why fled you from the court and whither these and your three motives to the battle with I know not how much more should be demanded and all the other by dependences from chance to chance

but nor the time nor place will serve our long interrogatories see posthumous anchors upon imogen and she like harmless lightning throws her eye on him her brothers me her master hitting each object with a joy the counterchange is severally in all let's quit this ground and smoke the temple with our sacrifices to belarius thou art my brother

so we'll hold thee ever. You are my father too, and did relieve me to see this gracious season. All are joyed, safeties in bonds. Let them be joyful too, for they shall taste our comfort. My good master, I will yet do you service. Happy be you, the forlorn soldier, that so nobly thought he would have well become this place.

and grace the thankings of a king i am sir the soldier that did company these three in poor beseeming twas a fitment for the purpose i then followed that i was he speak yakimo i had you down and might have made you finish yakimo kneeling i am down again but now my heavy conscience sinks my knee as then your force did take that life besieged you which i so often owe but your ring first

and here the bracelet of the truest princess that ever saw her face lear not to me the power that i have on you is to spare you the malice towards you to forgive you live and deal with others better nobly doomed we learn our freeness of a son-in-law pardons the word to all you have us sir as you did mean indeed to be our brother adjoined are we that you are

your servants princes good my lord of rome call forth your soothsayer as i slept methought great jupiter upon his eagle-backed appeared to me with other sprightly shows of mine own kindred when i waked i found this label on my bosom whose containing is so from sense and hardness that i can make no collection of it let him show his skill in the construction

hear my good lord read and declare the meaning soothsayer reads when a lion's whelp shall to himself unknown without seeking find and be embraced by a piece of tender air

and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches which being dead many years shall after revive be jointed to the old stock and freshly grow then shall posthumus end his miseries britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty

thou leonatus art the lion's whelp the fit and apt construction of thy name being leonatus doth impart so much to cymbeline

the peace of tender air thy virtuous daughter which we call mollis aere and mollis aere we term it mulier which mulier i divine is this most constant wife

who even now answering the letter of the oracle unknown to you unsought were clipped about with this most tender air this hath some seeming the lofty cedar royal cymbeline personates thee

and thy lopped branches point thy two sons forth who by belarius stolen for many years thought dead are now revived to the majestic cedar joined whose issue promises britain peace and plenty belarius well my peace we will begin and caius lucius although the victor

we submit to caesar and to the roman empire promising to pay our wonted tribute from the which we were dissuaded by our wicked queen whom heaven's injustice both on her and hers have laid most heavy hands

the fingers of the powers above do tune the harmony of this piece the vision which i made known to lucius ere the stroke of this yet scarce cold battle this instant is full accomplished

For the Roman eagle, from south to west, on wings soaring aloft, lessened herself, and in the beams of the sun so vanished, which foreshowed our princely eagle, the imperial Caesar should again unite his favor with the radiant Cymbeline, which shines here, in the west,

lord we the god and let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils from our blest altars publish we this peace to all our subjects set we forward let a roman and a british ensign wave friendly together so through ludstown mark and in the temple of great jupiter our peace we'll ratify seal it with feasts set on there

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